Logan leaned back against the stair rail outside the main campus building, one boot resting against the wall behind him, arms folded across his chest.
"Yo!" Eric called out to Logan, walking towards him together with Kennedy. Once they stopped in front of him, they made a handshake.
"Sup?" Kennedy asked with a smile, and Logan just nodded.
"Bro, Liam said he saw you at a club with Harper," Eric said, then moving closer, he whispered, "She was hot."
Logan smirked. It wasn't a lie, after all. She was hot yesterday—in a way he hadn't seen before.
Kennedy and Eric fell into another conversation, and Logan—his gaze drifted lazily across the quad—but it wasn't aimless.
It landed on her.
Harper Reed.
She stood near the fountain with Tyla, the sun catching in her dark hair, her laughter quick and soft. From a distance, everything about her looked normal.
But Logan didn't buy it.
She hadn't looked at him the same since last night.
