Chapter 17 (Guilty-trapped)

• Logan
• Immediately I pushed my room door open, the smell of a rosy flower hit hard on my nose. Stopping in my tracks, I confusedly glanced around to find rose flowers sprinkled and littered all over the room.
• I already know whose hard work this is; my jaw clenched at the thought. The room was bathed in a soft, warm glow as if the very air itself was infused with a gentle, golden light. The dimly lit room was intimate and inviting, perfect for a romantic night.