Dafne White's POV
I glance at the wall clock again. I don't want to fall asleep, but I'm tired; I didn't get much sleep last night.
My desire to do something reckless wins over, so I go to the window and open it. A playful giggle escapes me—he's crazy; climbing through the window is madness.
The old me would have refused such a thing, but this Dafne, the one I am with Logan, doesn’t care. I want to do it; my desires when it comes to him defy logic and reason.
I leave the window open and close the curtains. I grab my phone, which I haven't checked since I arrived. I've been so caught up in everything. A weekend to remember, no doubt about it—I forgot about the world, and it felt good.
I scroll through some messages, and nothing really important stands out, except for one from Mike.
Mi
