“What did he mean, what’s happening between us?” I looked at Logan shyly through my lashes. It was one thing to crush on a boy—which certainly wasn’t happening here, of course—but a whole different ball game when someone else just assumes you are because you’re trying to help the other person.
“I’m guessing he means the connection I feel to you, like I know you and just forgot. It’s like having something on the tip of your tongue, and if I could just remember…”
I cocked my head at him. That was a fitting description for the connection I felt with him. But what did it mean?