LOGAN'S POV
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"Logan," Davina calls to me as I walk into the crowd of people. I mentally groan, biting down on my teeth, running my fingers through my hair to make sure it's not standing in all directions before I turn to her, smiling as Davina walks over in her glittery pastel pink gown, her hair hanging straight around her face. "Where have you been?" she asks, linking her arm with me. "Went out for a smoke," I shrug and she pulls me toward the middle of the open dance floor, "Davina," I groan, not wanting to dance with her.
"Just one dance, please." she begs, glancing up at me with big innocent eyes, batting her eyelashes. I give in and I pull my arm free, holding the small of her back as I turn her, pulling her close to me as our fingers link, our hands to the side and we start dan
