Logan watched as Hazel processed his words. First, she was still as a statue, her face blank.
Then, in a flash, hurt crumpled over her features and she slinked into herself somewhat, shoulders curling inwards. A moment after that, she collected herself, pulling on an expressionless mask, but the paleness in her face and the wetness to her eyes gave her true feelings away.
With regret, Logan knew his words were going to hurt her. He wished he could have kept them to himself, but if he dated behind her back, she would undoubtedly find out. The paparazzi were always interested in the dating habits of the high society members. He didn’t want Hazel to be surprised.
He couldn’t do anything about the betrayal she might feel, though he hoped understanding might help heal the wound somewhat.
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