Logan's POV

When we arrived in front of Emma’s house, I stopped the car and turned to her. “We’re here. Thank you for taking the time to have dinner,” I said in the friendliest tone possible.

Emma smiled briefly, nodding. “Thank you too, President Logan, for the ride.”

As the car stopped in front of Emma’s house, I stared at her for a moment, trying to read her calm yet cold expression. A strong urge arose inside me, an urge that I had been suppressing since the first time I met her. After Emma got out of the car, I unconsciously called out to her and got out of the...