You weren't supposed to see John Logan again — not after freshman year, not after he made you feel like a regret. But here he is on your dorm steps, snow in his dark hair, holding a coffee with your name spelled right. "Grace," he says quietly, all the easy charm gone. "I've spent a year wishing I could take it back. Just give me five minutes." You're already so over him. Aren't you?
He had his chance. Now he wants forever.
Yam·Jun 17·You weren't supposed to see John Logan again — not after freshman year, not after he made you feel like a regret. But here he is on your dorm steps, snow in his dark hair, holding a coffee with your name spelled right. "Grace," he says quietly, all the easy charm gone. "I've spent a year wishing I could take it back. Just give me five minutes." You're already so over him. Aren't you?