Chapter 15
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Chapter 15
The next morning when Sophie woke up, she'd found Logan gone. He'd decided to take a dorm room after all. Her mother was confused and saddened, thinking she'd done something, or not done something, or done too much of something else. How could she tell her mom it wasn't her fault without explaining the real reason behind his sudden interest in living on campus? She wasn't stupid enough to think it coincidence.
Harry knew. She was sure of it. It was in the speculative gleam in his eye as he studied her. It was in the stiff attitude and the frosty reception he gave her for weeks later. It was even, in a small way, reflected in his treatment of her mom over the following month. He was easy to anger, and quick to snap, telling her to mind her own business if she inquired about Logan's well-being, and hissing things under his breath when he thought nobody was listening. She was sure she'd heard him at one stage mutter something along the lines of “damn horny boy, can't keep it in his pants for a minute” as he passed her in the hallway one morning.
Eventually, things settled down, but if someone had told Sophie the night of the kiss that it would be a full year before she'd have a face-to-face conversation with Logan again, she'd have laughed until she turned blue. But truth is stranger than fiction, and so it was that a full year passed without her seeing Logan for more than a second at a time.
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