#Chapter 152: Movies & Mistakes

Ella “Tonight?” My cheeks flamed red at Logan’s question. This was no what I was expecting at all. Logan, seemingly oblivious to the storm of anxiety that was overtaking me, nodded. “Yeah. I mean, as friends, of course,” he clarified, waving his hand dismissively. “That’s what we agreed on, right?” He gestured toward the couch. “I’ll crash there. Besides,” he held up his wine glass, a wry half-smile tugging at the corners of his lips, “I’ve been drinking, and driving home isn’t an option right now.” I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “You’re right,” I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest as if it were some sort of protective gesture. “But you have to sleep on the couch.” Logan nodded. “Of course. This is only for appearances, after all.” Without another word, I made my way over to the hallway linen closet. I pulled a blanket and a spare pillow out, then brought it over to Logan. Our fingers brushed as I handed it to him, and it sent a jolt of electric