Harper cleared her throat, a little too loudly, like she was forcing oxygen back into her lungs. She needed the spell broken before her thoughts betrayed her.
"So," she said, adjusting her grip on the swing's chain, her voice wavering just slightly. "What now?"
Logan tilted his head, lazy as ever, and shrugged. "We take more pictures, I guess."
Before she could argue, he was already fishing his phone out again, unlocking it with a casual swipe of his thumb. The screen lit his features from below, painting sharp lines of green and gold across his eyes. Without asking, he leaned closer, angling the camera.
Harper blinked at the sudden nearness. "Wait, more? Don't we already have—"
"Shh. Stop overthinking." He smirked, tapping the camera icon. "Just… go with it."
And somehow, she did.
