Not perfect lover
Curious, I turned toward the balcony, and the moment I stepped closer, my breath caught in my throat.
Fireworks.
Bright, dazzling bursts of color illuminated the night sky, reflecting off the glass doors.
I barely registered Logan moving behind me until I felt his presence at my side.
For a moment, we just stood there, watching the sky explode with color.
The fireworks continued to bloom across the night sky, bursting into brilliant shades of gold, red, and silver. Each explosion sent a ripple of light over Logan’s balcony, casting fleeting shadows across his face. I couldn’t tear my gaze away—not from the fireworks, but from him.
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