The Mistake Vk Elle Kennedy Now

Logan looked up. Ramona “Romi” Perez stood in the doorway, arms crossed, dark hair tumbling over one shoulder. She wasn’t dressed up—just Briar sweatpants and an old T-shirt—but somehow she still looked like she belonged on a magazine cover. It was annoying. She was annoying.

He pulled her down onto the couch. And when he kissed her, it wasn’t desperate or needy. It was the opposite of a mistake. The Mistake Vk Elle Kennedy

Romi had always been there. On the sidelines of his games. In the kitchen at 2 a.m., making him grilled cheese after a bad loss. Rolling her eyes at his terrible jokes but laughing anyway. Logan looked up

The mistake, Logan told himself, was her. Clearly. She’d traded loyalty for a loser with a neck tattoo. He was better off. It was annoying

“What if,” he said slowly, “I stopped looking in the wrong places?”