Freya's POV
As Elena led me out of my room, the whirlwind of emotions inside me was making my head spin.
One part of me wanted to see Logan again, while another was terrified at the thought. The uncertainty about what last night meant to him was tearing at my heart.
"It meant so much to me," I thought to myself. "He was my first everything—my first kiss, my first..."
A blush crept up my cheeks at the memory of his touch. But still, the doubts lingered.
The dining room came into view, and my eyes were immediately drawn to Logan like a moth to a flame. He was conversing with Xavier, his presence radiating power and magnetism.
Elena seemed to be saying something, but I was lost in Logan's presence, my mind a jumble of thoughts and emotions.
"Freya, there you are," Xavie
