Chapter 44

Zoey's POV

He growled briefly, which didn't sound completely normal. Well, even the hottest guys are a little weird sometimes.

"Sorry, but I just have a hard time holding back around you sometimes," he said hastily, noticing my reaction.

Rapist, I told you so!

I internally rolled my eyes. But he was a bit strange.

"What's your name?" I asked after walking silently for a while.

“Logan. Logan Jefferson, and you, young lady?"

Logan. Logan Jefferson. I let that name melt on my tongue. It was a perfect fit for him. I instantly felt warm. Unless the stupid reason, or one of the reasons why I broke up with Luka, was also called Logan. Logan Jefferson, wait what?

"Hello, are you still there?" Logan waved his hand in front of my face and I batted it away like it was an annoying fly.

"Zoey." I cleared my throat briefly. "Zoey McHardington, I'm originally from Scotland. So my dad," I babbled. “Scotland is beautiful,” he the