Olivia's POV
I hummed to myself as I stirred the pasta sauce, the rich aroma of garlic and herbs filling my tiny kitchen. It was nice to have a quiet night in, just me and my thoughts. And maybe a glass of wine. Or two.
The doorbell rang, startling me out of my culinary reverie. I wiped my hands on a dish towel and padded to the door, wondering who it could be at this hour.
"Logan?" I blinked in surprise as I opened the door to find my boyfriend standing there with a sheepish grin.
"Hey, babe. I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by. Something smells amazing."
I stepped aside to let him in. I hadn't expected him tonight, and suddenly, I felt guilty for the relief I'd felt at having an evening alone.
"Just whipping up some pasta," I said, heading back to the kitchen. "There's plenty if you want to stay for dinner."
Logan followed me. "Sounds great. I'm starving."