FAZER LOGINLogan POVThe door clicks shut behind her.And just like that—The room feels different.Too quiet.Too empty.I stand there for a second, staring at the door like she might walk back in.She doesn’t.Of course she doesn’t.Harper Lane doesn’t linger when things get complicated.That’s my job.Or at least—it used to be.I drag a hand down my face and exhale slowly.Get it together.It was one night.One mistake.One—Yeah.I don’t even believe that.Because nothing about last night felt like a mistake.And that’s the problem.I move around the room, grabbing clothes, trying to focus on something normal.Routine.Game day.That’s what matters.That’s what always matters.I pull on a shirt, grab my phone off the nightstand—And it lights up immediately.DadOf course.Right on schedule.He always calls on game day.Always.My jaw tightens as I stare at the screen.I don’t answer.Not right away.I let it ring.Because I already know how this goes.He’ll talk.I’ll listen.He’ll point ou
Harper POVI wake up slowly.Not all at once.Just… piece by piece.Warmth first.Then the steady rise and fall beneath my cheek.Then the quiet.No music.No shouting.No chaos.And that’s what feels wrong.Because nothing about last night was quiet.My eyes flutter open.And the first thing I see—Is Logan.I freeze.Not because I’m surprised he’s here.But because—He’s still here.I’m half on top of him, my head resting against his chest, his arm wrapped loosely around me like it stayed there sometime during the night and never moved.For a second, I don’t breathe.Because this?This isn’t what Logan does.He doesn’t stay.He doesn’t linger.He definitely doesn’t fall asleep with someone and still be there in the morning.And yet—Here he is.Still holding me.Still warm.Still real.My heart starts beating a little faster.Because suddenly everything from last night comes rushing back.The courtyard.The way he looked at me.The way everything between us finally snapped.The way
Logan POVI should’ve walked away.That thought comes late.Not when I kissed her.Not when things crossed the line.Not even when I knew I wasn’t going to stop.No—It hits me now.Standing in the quiet courtyard with Harper still pressed against me, her body warm against mine, her fingers curled into my hoodie like she hasn’t decided if she’s letting go yet.That’s when it hits.I should’ve walked away.But I didn’t.And the worst part?I don’t regret it.Not even a little.Harper shifts slightly, her forehead brushing against my chest, and my hand tightens instinctively at her waist.Like my body doesn’t trust the space between us.Like it doesn’t want it.“You’re still here,” she murmurs.A quiet breath of a laugh leaves me.“Yeah.”“That’s new.”She doesn’t say it like an accusation.Just… a fact.And she’s right.Normally?I’d already be gone.Distance.Control.Reset.That’s how I keep things simple.But right now—Nothing about this feels simple.I glance down at her.Her hair
Harper POVFor a while… neither of us moves.The world feels quieter now.Like everything that just happened somehow pressed pause on everything else.My breathing is still uneven, my body warm despite the cool night air, and Logan is still close—closer than he’s ever been without pulling away.That’s what I notice first.He hasn’t moved.Hasn’t stepped back.Hasn’t put distance between us like he always does.Instead, his forehead rests lightly against mine, his hand still at my waist, his thumb tracing slow, absent circles against my skin like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.“Still cold?” he murmurs quietly.A small laugh escapes me.“No.”His lips curve slightly.“Good.”There’s a softness in his voice I haven’t heard before.Not teasing.Not cocky.Just… real.I study him for a second, taking in the way his breathing is still uneven, the way his eyes aren’t as guarded as they usually are.“You’re different right now,” I say quietly.His eyebrow lifts slightly.“Different ho
Harper POV I wanted Logan. That was the only thought left in my head. Every kiss he pressed against my skin sent heat rushing through me, setting my body on fire in a way I couldn’t ignore anymore. Maybe it was the risk—the fact that we were outside, that someone could walk by at any second—but instead of stopping me, it only made everything feel sharper. More intense. Logan’s hands slid to the hem of my shirt, slowly pushing it upward, exposing my skin inch by inch. Cool air brushed against me, but it didn’t matter. Not when Logan leaned down and pressed a slow kiss just above my belly button. My breath caught. “Perfect,” he murmured softly, like it was a fact, not a compliment. His lips brushed my skin again, slower this time, like he was taking his time. My fingers slid into his hair without thinking, gently threading through it as I looked down at him. He glanced up at me, his eyes darker now. More focused. “You are perfect, you know that?” he said quietly. A soft l
Harper POVBy the time Logan and I reach the quiet side of campus, the noise from the Ice House is gone.No music.No shouting teammates.Just the soft buzz of streetlights and the sound of our footsteps on the pavement.Logan’s hand is still wrapped around mine.Warm.Steady.Like he has no intention of letting go.I glance sideways at him.“You really just left your entire team’s celebration.”“They’ll survive.”“You’re the captain.”“They’re drunk.”“That’s not the same thing.”Logan just grins.“You worry too much.”I shake my head.“You don’t worry enough.”He suddenly stops walking.I almost run straight into him.“What—”The rest of the sentence disappears when Logan pulls me closer.The warmth of his body hits me instantly.My heart begins racing.“Logan…”“What?”“You’re doing that thing again.”“What thing?”“Standing too close.”He leans down slightly, his voice dropping.“I’m standing exactly where I want to.”My breath catches.“You’re impossible.”“Yet you’re still here.
Logan POVI can’t get her out of my head.Not her body.Not just that.Her face.The way she looked at me when I left. The way she didn’t wake up. The way she trusted me enough to fall asleep in my bed like it meant something.I told myself I did the right thing by leaving before she woke up.Gave
Harper POVI don’t plan to go to the Ice House.I just… end up there.It starts with me walking to clear my head. Then I realize I’m not heading back to the sorority. Then I realize my feet are very definitely taking me in one very specific direction.And then I turn the corner and see it.The Ice
Logan POVMarco catches up to me halfway across the quad, breath a little too hard for a guy who skates five miles a day.“Okay,” he says, grabbing my shoulder and spinning me around, “is there some kind of plague going around that only affects women?”I blink at him. “Good morning to you too.”“I’
Logan POVAvoidance turns out to be harder than it sounds.You’d think on a campus this size, with opposite schedules and opposite lives, it would be easy not to run into one girl.You’d be wrong.I switch entrances to buildings.I start taking the long way around.I leave classes early.I show up







