Do Not Disturb

***Hazel***

I’ve always hated packing, so Victor doing it for our Italy trip feels like divine intervention. I swear someone up there took pity on me and sent me a man who’s good at literally everything I’m not.

“You sure you’ve got everything you need?” Logan asks, leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded.

I nod—even though we both know I wasn’t the one responsible for gathering anythin