Ella
The air was thick with tension as Logan stood in my doorway, his eyes wide as if he were seeing me for the first time even.
Even though I never wanted to admit it, I had taken extra care with my appearance today, veering away from my usual casual off-work attire.
My long black velvet skirt seemed to capture his attention as it shimmered subtly in the dim light of my apartment. I paired it with a slim off-shoulder long-sleeved top that hung delicately across my frame.
Heeled boots completed the ensemble, and my white-blonde hair cascaded freely down my shoulders. The makeup was minimalistic, just a hint of color on my lips and eyes, with simple gold jewelry as finishing touches.
“Um… You look...nice,” Logan finally muttered, running his hand through his hair. There was the slig
