SCARLETT BLACKSTONE
When Logan walked through the door, I was utterly stunned. I had half-expected him to be with another woman, but the sight of him standing there filled me with unexpected relief. We shared a heartfelt conversation, and his assurance that I could continue my studies without interference was a pleasant surprise. Perhaps Logan wasn’t as unfeeling as I’d been led to believe. At that moment, he seemed to reveal a more generous side, contrasting sharply with the harsh persona I’d argued with earlier.
His words about the chocolate, suggesting a playful and intimate scenario, stirred something deep within me. It was a confusing blend of excitement and nervousness, prompting me to retreat. I wasn’t ready for such intimacy, not yet.
As I retreated to my room, my mind raced to
