The Mistake Vk Elle Kennedy May 2026

Until she dumped him for a guy who sold vape pens out of his Camaro.

“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.” The Mistake Vk Elle Kennedy

Not in the way his best friend Dean was—all swagger and sharp grins, collecting hookups like hockey trophies. No, Logan was the quiet kind of wanted. The steady boyfriend. The guy you brought home to your parents after the bad boys had their fun. Until she dumped him for a guy who

Romi had always been there. On the sidelines of his games. In the kitchen at 2 a.m., making him grilled cheese after a bad loss. Rolling her eyes at his terrible jokes but laughing anyway. It was thinking I had to get over

“You’re doing it again.”

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

Logan’s hand moved before his brain caught up. He caught her wrist. Gentle. Just enough to stop her.