Logan's POV
Lynn stares at me, emotions flickering across her features too quickly to read. I keep my grip gentle but firm on her hand, needing the contact, needing her to hear me.
Even exhausted, with smudges of fatigue beneath those incredible eyes, she's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Her new highlighted hair catches the lamplight, honey-brown strands framing her face in soft waves. The cut emphasizes the elegant line of her neck, the delicate curve of her jaw that I want to trace with my lips.
I've memorized every detail this past week while forcing myself to keep distance—the way her eyes darken when she's concentrating, the small furrow that appears between her brows when she's puzzled, the unconscious habit she has of tucking hair behind her ear when nervous.
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