~Ava's pov~

Something was off.

Logan’s hand was warm in mine as we sat on the bench, his thumb was repeatedly brushing over my knuckles like he needed the contact to keep steady.

But I could feel there was something bothering him. The weight in his silence. The way his eyes flicked too quickly when Aaron passed by.

It wasn’t the first time I’d noticed it.

Whenever Aaron was around, Logan changed. Not in an obvious way. It wasn’t like he growled or stormed off. No, ...