Rebel
Call it love at first sight or second sight—whatever. All I know is that I think my heart might already belong to Logan.
You should never judge a book by its cover; Logan is a big fellow and quite scary looking. Being carried by the brute was a surprise. I thought people would laugh at us, but no one dared.
Nope.
On our way to my apartment, we met plenty of people giving us questioning stares. And all Logan did was send a glare in their direction to make them bolt.
He is intimidating.
But I've learned that Logan hides a big heart underneath his gang member appearance. He carried me home without complaint on his bare shoulders. And now, he is effortlessly letting me hold on to his head as he makes it up the stairs, and I couldn't be more grateful.
I was so exhausted in that store. My legs have turned into Jell-o, so it feels like Logan saved the day.