Logan materialized before Moanna. Her lashes fluttered as her vision blurred with unshed tears. Her heart skipped a beat—had he really come back for her?
He towered over her, his broad frame blocking the solitary streetlight behind him.
"I'll walk you home," he said, his gravelly voice sending shivers down her spine. In the darkness, she took in his freshly trimmed buzz cut and those striking amber eyes—calm yet melancholy. At a glance, they could melt hearts.
Throwing caution to the wind, she set down the lunchbox and wrapped her arms around his firm waist. His muscles tensed instantly beneath her touch.
Before he could react—
"Logan," Moanna blurted, "I'm totally into you. Could you stop being so hard on me? Just... look at me gently sometimes? Even a little would be enough." Her wh
