“I’m glad you wore the pink,” he murmurs, and I don’t miss Mia’s smug smile as she continues taking pictures. My heart vibrates like the plucked string of an instrument. It’s not quite him saying I’m beautiful, but it’s something. “Yeah?” “But you need to stop looking so miserable or I’ll have no choice but to take it personally.” A laugh bursts out of me, and Logan’s arm tightens around my waist. “That’s better,” he says. “Can’t have my Parker unhappy.” My Parker? He may not have told me I look beautiful, but this is somehow ten million times better.
