LOGAN
I left the balcony grinning like a damn teenager, like one of those overexcited kids who just got told their crush likes them back and suddenly thinks life’s a fairytale.
My hands were shoved deep into the pockets of my sweatpants, and there was this ridiculous lightness in my steps I couldn’t even explain. One stupid kiss and now I was walking around like the world suddenly made sense.
Then I saw the maid.
She was hovering near the hallway, eyes darting around like she was either trying to remember what she came here for or trying to find a place to disappear into.
The grin fell right off my face. “Why are you standing and looking around like a lost spirit?” I asked, voice flat and a little colder than necessary.
She blinked, flustered, mouth opening to form some excuse, but I
