#Chapter 220: Confessions on the Hood of Your Car

Ella After witnessing Logan’s reckless display at the racetrack, my heart was a tangled mess of worry and frustration. I wanted to pummel him for the danger he had put himself in, but I also wanted to hold him. I wanted to scream and cry at him, but I also wanted to kiss him. Now, standing there, watching him grip his hair in a mix of despair and defeat, I felt a wave of empathy wash over me. I hated seeing him like this; it was just a testament to the turmoil he was in. I couldn’t stay mad at him. And then he uttered those words: “I need you, Ella.” The layer of ice that had formed around my heart melted just a little bit more as he said those words. I let out a soft sigh, my shoulders slumping slightly. Logan was opening his mouth again to say something else, maybe even to explain himself, but I wasn’t hearing it. I had other plans. “Are you hungry, Logan?” I found myself asking, the words slipping out in a softer tone than I had intended. He looked up once again, h