✱ 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱‚ @iv3rs : “ god, I love the way you look at me. ” — you seem pretty sad for a girl so in love.
for a moment, logan just stared at her, caught completely off guard by the confession. they’d been stretched out on a blanket beneath the late afternoon sun, half - eaten sandwiches forgotten between them while the lake shimmered in the distance. a slow smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he shook his head, almost embarrassed by how easily she could unravel him sometimes. “ yeah? ” he asked quietly, his gaze never leaving hers. the thing was, he didn’t even realize he was doing it half the time. somewhere along the way, looking at grace had become his favorite thing in the world. after hockey games, across crowded parties, during lazy mornings and moments exactly like this one. john logan had fallen in love. his hand found hers on the blanket, threading their fingers together. “ that’s because every time I look at you, i’m still a little shocked you’re actually here. ” the admission came softer than he’d intended. a faint laugh escaped him as he squeezed her hand. “ you keep acting like you’re the lucky one in this relationship, and it’s honestly getting ridiculous. ” his eyes searched hers, warm and completely unguarded. “ because if you could see you the way I do, you’d know i’ve got way more reasons to stare. ”
