Page 123 of Don't Let Me Fall (Don't Let Me 1)

I glance around his broad shoulders, refusing to acknowledge who I’m looking for. “Good. It’s kind of weird to be here, though.”

“Why?”

“Because the last time I was at a party like this, Logan was still my boyfriend, and we haven’t spoken since…”

“Since I told him you were mine?”

I laugh. “Since he broke up with me over a text, and I started dating his best friend? Yeah. That.”

His fingers dig into my hips as he pulls me closer. “I told you he was fine with it. He’s the one who wanted you to come tonight to prove he was okay with it.”

My teeth bite into my lower lip, and I scan the house again. “If you say so.”

“Want me to get you a drink?”

I nod. “Yes, please. Anything to calm the nerves and rip this thing off like a Band-Aid would be great.”

With another soft smile, he leans forward and kisses my temple. “Be right back.”

“Perfect. I’m going to use the ladies’ room. I’ll meet you in a sec.”

I weave through the crowd, find the hall leading to the bathroom, and gasp when I catch Logan feeling up a girl from one of my classes.

My eyes widen, and I choke back my laugh as I slip past them, mumbling, “Don’t mind me.”

The door closes with a quiet click, and I lock it behind me, surprised by how little it hurts to see Logan sucking face with his hand full of a boob not belonging to me.

And hallelujah for it.

I lean against the door and let out a breath of laughter.

Actually, it feels great. To see him moving on. To see he isn’t hurting.

Maybe Colt’s right. Maybe we can all move forward. Maybe I won’t be the wedge between friends. Maybe he really will be happy for me. For us.

After going to the bathroom, I wash my hands, dry them on a towel, and open the door.

The hall’s empty. But as I turn toward the main area, I find Logan with his back against the wall, one foot propped up on it, and his arms folded.

My heels dig into the ground.

“Hey, Ashlyn.”

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ASHLYN

Logan steps up to me, his expression amused and laced with pity as the glow from the main area casts his front in shadows.

“Uh, hey,” I greet him. “Where’d your little friend go?”

“I told her I’d meet her in a few minutes.”

“Oh. Cool. So…how are you?” I ask, crossing my arms.

This feels weird. And so awkward. I don’t know where to look. Where to stand. What to say. I don’t feel threatened or anything, but something still feels off, and I can’t quite put my finger on what.

“Fine.” He tucks his hands into his pockets and steps closer. “Heard about you and Colt.”

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