He laughed, hollow. “Grace? Yeah, I figured that one out.”
They sat in silence for a long minute. Logan stared at the amber liquid in his glass. Romi stared at him.
John Logan was used to being wanted.
She turned toward the door.
“You know what your real mistake was?” she said finally.
She shook her head, standing up quickly. “Don’t. I’m not saying this because I want you to—I’m just saying it because someone should. You’re not broken because she left. You’re just… looking for love in places that don’t know how to give it back.”
“No.” She leaned forward, her voice softer now. “Your mistake wasn’t Grace. It was thinking she was the only one who could want you.” The Mistake Vk Elle Kennedy
Not in the way his best friend Dean was—all swagger and sharp grins, collecting hookups like hockey trophies. No, Logan was the quiet kind of wanted. The steady boyfriend. The guy you brought home to your parents after the bad boys had their fun.
Romi’s breath hitched. “Logan…”
“You’re doing it again.”
The mistake, Logan told himself, was her. Clearly. She’d traded loyalty for a loser with a neck tattoo. He was better off.
Or so he kept telling himself.
“I’m not doing anything,” he muttered, shoving the phone under a cushion. He laughed, hollow
For a long, terrifying second, she didn’t move.