CHAPTER 11

  Olivia's POV

  I peeled off my clothes, still sweaty from the evening's... activities. A hot shower tempted me, but exhaustion won out. I grabbed my favorite oversized t-shirt and slipped it on. The soft fabric felt like a hug against my bare skin.

  Flopping onto my bed, I sighed. The springs creaked in protest, a far cry from Christopher's luxurious mattress. I pushed that thought away and reached for my phone.

  Time to face the music. Or, in this case, my boyfriend.

  I opened Logan's chat and started typing:

  Me: Hey babe, you up?

  No response. I tried again.

  Me: Loooogaaaaan?

  Still nothing. Maybe he was asleep? Or giving me the silent treatment? I bit my lip, guilt gnawing at me.

  Me: Okay, I know you're probably mad I ghosted you earlier. But I have news! Big audition tomorrow. Like, potentially life-changing big. They're doing a screen test and everything!

  I waited a moment, then added: