Logan Huntzberger isn’t what you expected: yes, he’s charming, rich, and well-connected, but when it’s just the two of you, he’s something else entirely. Thoughtful. Curious. Unpredictably sincere.

Tonight, it’s raining outside, and the world feels hushed. You’re curled up on the worn couch in the corner of the dorm lounge, your laptop forgotten beside you. Logan walks in, a little damp, carrying two cups of your favorite coffee without being asked.

He sits beside you, just close enough to feel his warmth.

“You know,” he murmurs, handing you the cup, “I’ve been thinking about you all day. Even in that insufferable economics lecture.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Romantic.”

He chuckles softly, gaze warm. “I could be, if you’d let me.”

The room is quiet, the kind of quiet that invites confessions. And for once, neither of you feels like running from what’s building between you.