CHAPTER 102

  Olivia's POV

  I sat at my dining table, staring at my phone while absentmindedly spooning cereal into my mouth. My hair was still damp from the shower, and I was already dressed in jeans and a comfy sweater for the day. But my mind was anywhere but on my breakfast or my outfit.

  No reply from Christopher.

  "Come on, you infuriating man," I muttered, scrolling through our conversation for the millionth time. "What, did your thumbs fall off overnight?"

  I stabbed at my cereal, imagining each Cheerio was Christopher's smug face. "Oh, I'm Christopher Wallace," I said in a mocking, deep voice. "I'm too important to reply to mere mortals. I'll just leave them hanging because I'm sooo busy and important."

  My phone buzzed, and I nearly upended my bowl to grab it. But it wasn't Christopher. It was Logan.

  Logan: Morning, beautiful. You up?

  I rolled my eyes. No, Logan, I'm sleep-texting.

  Me: Yep, eating breakfast. You?

  Logan: Just got to work. Thinking about you.