The Mistake Vk Elle Kennedy Apr 2026

He pulled her down onto the couch. And when he kissed her, it wasn’t desperate or needy. It was the opposite of a mistake.

Then she smiled—small, crooked, the one she only ever gave him—and said, “About damn time, hockey boy.”

It was the first right thing he’d done all year. The Mistake Vk Elle Kennedy

Romi’s breath hitched. “Logan…”

Or so he kept telling himself.

Logan looked up. Ramona “Romi” Perez stood in the doorway, arms crossed, dark hair tumbling over one shoulder. She wasn’t dressed up—just Briar sweatpants and an old T-shirt—but somehow she still looked like she belonged on a magazine cover. It was annoying. She was annoying.

“I’m not doing anything,” he muttered, shoving the phone under a cushion. He pulled her down onto the couch

How had he missed it?

“I’ve been making a mistake all year,” he admitted, voice rough. “And it wasn’t Grace. It was thinking I had to get over her to be ready for something real. But I’m not getting over her, Romi. I’m getting to you.” Then she smiled—small, crooked, the one she only

“You’re doing it again.”

For a long, terrifying second, she didn’t move.