LOGAN'S POV
When I looked at her, she was laughing—a full, carefree laugh that lit up her face and made her eyes sparkle in a way I hadn’t seen in a long time—and that’s when it hit me. She was teasing me, playing with my reaction, knowing she had the power to throw me off guard for a second. It wasn’t mean-spirited or mocking.
It was light and playful, the kind of teasing that only came from someone who had grown more comfortable in your presence. That’s when I realized something fundamental had shifted between us. Our time together had done something—something good. It had chipped away at the guarded parts of her and allowed this warm, open version of her to come to the surface. I liked it. No, I loved it. I wanted to bottle up that moment, memorize every detail of how she looked when
