The Mistake Vk Elle Kennedy -

John Logan was used to being wanted.

He laughed, hollow. “Grace? Yeah, I figured that one out.” The Mistake Vk Elle Kennedy

How had he missed it?

“I’m not alone. You’re here.”

“Because I forgot my keys.” She held them up. Then, instead of leaving, she sat down on the opposite end of the couch. Close enough that he could smell her shampoo. Coconut and something sharp. Like lime. John Logan was used to being wanted

That was his brand. And for two years, he’d been perfectly content playing that role for Grace, his high school sweetheart. Yeah, I figured that one out

She shook her head, standing up quickly. “Don’t. I’m not saying this because I want you to—I’m just saying it because someone should. You’re not broken because she left. You’re just… looking for love in places that don’t know how to give it back.”