Logan's POV

It begins to rain and when I glance at her, she’s fast asleep.

None of them has ever asked to see my home before, which only confirms my thoughts about her. She’s an odd one, a little naive, and too curious for her own good.

I park by the fountain, watching the rain pound on and on. I look over at her, wondering how she’s able to sleep through the growing storm. It’s barely evening time.

It takes a while, but her eyelids peel open eventually. She blinks at me with squinted eyes before sitting up quickly and adjusting herself. Then she sighs. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“I didn’t want to disturb you,” I reply. “Wait here. I’ll go inside and get you an umbrella.”

She shakes her head, opening the door and jumping out of the car. I grab the items from the shop and step out just in time to see her react to the nature of my house.

She’s frozen in the rain, cool drops hitting her delicate skin and leaving strands of her hair stuck to her face. She smiles, twirling around to take in the gar