Harper padded slowly across the grass until she was standing beside him. Logan didn't move right away, didn't even look at her until she was close enough to catch the faint glow of his phone screen lighting up his face. His jaw was sharp in the pale light, his eyes unreadable as ever.
"Just posted it," he said finally, slipping the phone into his pocket.
She nodded, a smile tugging at her lips though not too wide, not too eager. Just enough. "So… when does this even end?"
He tilted his head toward her, brow quirked. "What?"
"The fake dating thing," she clarified, pulling her arms around herself against the night breeze. "We've been dragging this along for weeks. I think—what?—we have, like, one week more?"
Her attempt at casual sounded rough even to her own ears.
Logan's mouth twitched, amusement glinting in his green eyes. "You tell me."
