Alina’s POV
Three hours had managed to creep by since I had opened my laptop at an isolated table in the corner of the library. Honestly, I had all intentions of studying, but instead of researching Allport’s Theory of Personality, I had read the same introductory sentences over and over. Images of Logan swarmed my mind. Memories from the night before had me feeling flustered as I recalled the depths of blue in his eyes, the curve of his lips, his torso dripping with sweat, the heat from his body as we danced, the tender kiss he had placed on my neck, the way he ran his fingers through his hair as I drove away. I guess you could say I was crushing pretty hard. It was strange. I don’t remember ever feeling this way about Michael. I fancied him, of course, but not like this. This felt... di
