Logan
“Ready to go?” I finished clasping the necklace onto Ella’s delicate neck, taking note of how my hands threatened to shake just from our close proximity.
Ella nodded, grabbing a small purse. She followed me out the door and down the steps of her apartment building, her heels clicking in the quiet atmosphere of the building’s hallways.
“So,” I said as we descended through the narrow stairwell, “that dress looks lovely on you, just as it did when you bought it.”
Ella blushed slightly. “Thanks. And thank you for the necklace.”
I shrugged. “It’s nothing, really. Consider it an… apology.”
“An apology?” Ella chuckled wryly as we walked down the stairs. It was an oddly charming sound that I had gotten all too familiar with over the past weeks, ever since I met her. T
