To me, John Logan was entirely untouchable. He was a Briar University hockey legend, and despite sharing a couple of classes, I was convinced I wasn't even a blip on his radar. We were the definition of "friends but not friends"—knowing each other's faces but never crossing the line. ​Until the night the entire campus grid went black. ​With Hannah out in Boston with Garrett and Allie away with Dean, I’m left entirely alone in a pitch-dark dorm room. Panic sets in, and before I can stop myself, my thumb hovers over the one number I never thought I’d actually dial. ​I thought he wouldn't answer. I thought he wouldn't care. But when the lights go out, the rules change—and it turns out Logan has been noticing me all along.