Ella
In Logan’s embrace, the world felt distant. All the fears and anxieties seemed momentarily shrouded by the warmth of his presence.
But as we separated, the weight of the spilled wine on the hardwood floor brought a sudden, albeit misplaced, urgency to the atmosphere. The dark liquid spread lazily between the shards of glass, forming an ominous pool that mirrored my tumultuous emotions.
Logan’s gaze shifted from my face to the mess at our feet. For a fleeting moment, the gravity of our situation seemed to vanish, replaced by the simple need to address the accident before us.
“We should clean this up,” he said quietly, already moving toward the kitchen.
I nodded, still grappling with the magnitude of everything. I watched as Logan fetched a roll of paper towels and
