Page 63 of The Playbook

I heard she fucks bananas, dude.

She plays drums in band, but I bet she’s more of a flute girl if you know what I mean.

Nausea churned my guts the more I read.

Logan’s eyes widened for a moment before he cursed at the screen. “I’m sorry. I set that earlier. I meant to change it back. I’ll fix this.” He hurriedly swiped at his screen and set the photo as private, replacing his profile photo with one of him and his guy friends at the beach.

“I thought you said we could keep this to ourselves—”

“We can.Shit.I’m sorry. I didn’t think it through. I actually posted it before our chat this morning. But I’ve taken it down now. I mean, it’s private. See?” He showed me his phone, worry on his face. “It’s not a big deal. People are just being dicks. They do that with everyone. They’re just jealous, Gracie. People know we hang out—”

“They don’t know we’ve been kissing and touching and-and that you’ve seen me without clothes,” my voice held an edge of panic to it. “If they’re like this now, can you imagine what it would be like if they knew for sure we were together?”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, my mind racing.

Call it all off now. Save yourself. You know how people are. Run. Self-preservation isn’t a bad thing.

“Gracie,” Logan said softly, drawing me out of my panicked thoughts. “I’ve never seen you naked.”

“You did in the bathroom,” I whispered. “You have the video on your phone.”

“You weren’t naked. I had your shirt pushed down—”

“Don’t split hairs, Logan,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s the same damn thing.”

“Right, I’m sorry. No one knows about any of that though. I’ll never let anyone see that. That’s our stuff, OK? As far as anyone knows, you wore my jersey and you’re my lab partner. That’s it. We can keep it that way. I swear. I’ll deny everything if you want me to. I’ll tell these people to go to hell. Anything you fucking want. Just name it.”

I nodded, my throat tight. This really had been a shitty idea. Too much drama came with Logan. In a moment of weakness, I’d given in, following my damn heart for once instead of my head.

I watched as he tapped away on his phone.

Grace is the fucking best lab partner and a good friend. Not to mention we have fun together. People need to chill the hell out.

In the grand scheme of things, I should’ve been giddy he even wanted to post about me, but on the other hand, the fact he already had to defend me screamed of how bad this could get. He was Logan Walker for God’s sake. If people didn’t hate me before, they certainly would now, knowing I was closer than others had only dreamed of being. He never posted photos of girls on his social media. Never even mentioned them.

“Don’t worry. No one will say shit.” He darkened his screen before he pressed a kiss to my forehead.

Reaching out, he gave my hand a squeeze. I sank back in the leather seat and exhaled. He watched me for a moment, looking concerned before he gave a nod and faced forward.

He put the Jeep in drive a moment later. Once we were moving, his hand found mine again, and he twined his fingers around it, holding it tightly. I chanced a peek at him and found a small smile playing at the corner of his lips as he drove. He must have felt me staring at him because he glanced at me.

“You’re beautiful.”

“So are you,” I said softly.

He lifted my hand and pressed his lips to it. My heart somersaulted in my chest.

“Don’t worry, Gracie. Whatever happens, I’ll fix it. Promise."

I nodded, desperate to believe him. I wanted this. Whateverthiswas, but damn was I terrified of the possibilities.

And my dad. Definitely terrified of my dad. He’d lose his shit completely once he found out.

If. If he found out.

Logan had a track record of breaking hearts. The thought did nothing to pacify me though because now it was my heart on the line.

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