“Hazel…?” Logan said, breathlessly, as he closed the distance between the two of us.
“It’s me,” I said, as a joke. Neither of us laughed. I was on the edge of a knife, waiting for a reaction, good or bad. Just let it be over with. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Logan, if –”
“You look so beautiful.”
I straightened slightly, startled.
His gaze slowly lowered, taking in the full sight of me. “I have half a mind to take you home right now, and keep you to myself. None of these assholes deserve to see you like this…”
I wasn’t entirely against the just going home plan, even with my previous hopes of revenge.
“But I suspect this dress isn’t just for me,” Logan began. He smiled a little. “This is a dress that wants to be seen.” Stepping closer, he lowered his voice. “But make no mistake, you
