“He’s going to think we’re together,” I say. “So?” “Logan,” I begin, but he just tugs me closer to the swing. “I couldn’t give two shits what they think. What other people think doesn’t matter. I live for me, not for anyone else.” “But you could have anyone.” “I know.” I roll my eyes at that, at his easy confidence. What would that be like? To be so self-assured in all things?
