LOGAN BLACKSTONE
After talking to my brother, I spent a few more minutes in the club, trying to steady my mind. The urge to go downstairs and be with Maryknoll was strong, but Edward's words had managed to get under my skin.
When I arrived home, a pleasant aroma of chocolate wafted through the air. Curiosity led me to the kitchen, where I found Scarlett standing by the stove. I had no idea she knew how to cook. Her movements were fluid and surprisingly captivating, her figure accentuated by the way she worked. It was a sight that stirred a response within me, and I let out a soft moan as memories of earlier events resurfaced.
Scarlett turned and looked at me with those striking clear eyes. She evaluated me for a moment before a shy smile appeared on her lips. I remained momentarily fro
