~Ava~
Logan's words were still echoing in my mind as I walked to the library, the sound of the soft click of my sneakers on the tile floor almost comforting in its simplicity. He’d told me he’d pick me up after practice. He’d told me. I hadn’t even asked. And part of me loved it, the part that wanted to believe that maybe, just maybe, he liked spending time with me beyond just our tutoring sessions.
I had to shake the thought away. Focus. Focus on the tutoring. That’s what this was about. Helping him with his grades. Nothing more.
But then, why did the idea of him picking me up make my heart skip a beat? Why did the idea of spending time with him outside of the classroom have me in a frenzy? I’d told myself, after our study sessions, after that kiss in the library—the kiss, that we coul
