Ella“Well,” I said, offering my colleague a warm smile. “How about we go together?”As I made the suggestion to Sarah, her eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Lunch, together?” she echoed, a touch of incredulity in her voice.
EllaWith my evening of pizza and true crime shows having been abruptly shattered by Logan’s obnoxious honking outside, I sighed and leaned on the balcony railing. There he was, sitting in his red convertible with a sheepish grin on his face.“Wanna go for a joyride?” he called up to me, the grin on his face only widening even more.
EllaWe settled into the hard plastic seats, the cacophony of engines and crowd noise enveloping us like a heavy blanket. Even from our spot, I could see the intensity on the drivers’ faces, their concentration palpable even from a distance.There was something both exciting and terrifying about it; and something addictive, I was sure of it. This was a place for adrenaline junkies, for people
LoganIt was supposed to be simple—a night out at the racetrack, full of life, energy, and maybe, just maybe, the softening of Ella’s guarded heart toward me.The air was warm, filled with the scent of gasoline and grilled meats, as I wandered through the maze of food vendors. I was in a good mood, an incredibly rare feeling for me. Ella seemed to be enjoying herself, and that made me t
EllaThe buzzing of the airport around me felt as if it was compounding my already mounting stress.I always hated airports. To me, they were nothing but anxiety-inducing cacophonies of shuffling feet, murmured conversations, and the repetitive announcements coming through the loudspeakers.Like a caged animal, I pace
EllaBoarding the plane should have filled me with a sense of accomplishment and relaxation from knowing that we had made it and only needed to lay back now that we were on our way, but it didn’t.I had never been an easy flyer. Ever since I was a kid, airplanes—and the thought of those airplanes crashing to the ground from thousands of feet up in the air—had freaked me out more t
EllaI had to resist the urge to laugh as Logan’s face drained of color.“Dogs,” he had said. The irony was not lost on me. Dogs? This man, who could shift into a wolf, was scared of dogs?He shot me a sideways glance, as if he was sensing the disbelief radiating from my body. “I know what you&
EllaThe sound of the plane’s wheels screeching against the landing strip jerked me awake.For a moment, I was disoriented—until I felt the weight of an arm around my shoulders and saw Logan sitting next to me. My cheeks flushed as I realized I had fallen asleep against him. God, I even felt a small wet spot on my cheek where I must have drooled.