“I owe you an apology. I’m sorry I was such a shitty date,” I tell him, clearing my throat to get the words out. I hold my hand out for a shake, and Logan puts our palms together in a business one-two pump.
I wonder if he can tell that I felt something that one night we were together, that special something that freaked me out enough to take off running.
I focus on my breathing, on keeping still, locking the secret behind a locked, padded door in my mind.
We’re still holding hands as we look at each other.
“I never meant to hurt you. f**k, I thought I was complimenting you, Max. Especially with the way you told me how much you love Christmas.”
I shrug. “The holiday season is what I live for every single year. It sucks that you don’t like it.”
Logan frowns, glances away. He drops his
