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“And the Top Gun flight suit that you’ve worn for the last four years is better?” he asks.
“It’s worked all four of those years, if you know what I mean.” I shoot him a suggestive glance.
“Okay, then,” Logan says uncomfortably, releasing me from her grasp.
“Shit. Sorry, baby.” I almost forgot that Logan was standing here, and I wasn’t just shooting the shit with my brother.
“You’re an idiot,” Marc laughs as he shakes his head, walking past me towards the kitchen.
“I’m going to go put my bag in your room,” Logan tells me as she holds up her overnight bag.
“I can run it up there.”
“I’m good,” she says bluntly. She walks past me towards the stairs to head up to my room, and I can’t quite tell if I upset her by that stupid comment.
“Real smooth, Maddison. Real smooth,” Ali says sarcastically, patting my arm like a good boy.
“Fuck you, Ali,” I say with not enough bite in my tone to actually mean it as she lets out a cackle and follows Marc towards the kitchen.
I head towards the base of the stairs as I wait for Logan to come back down. The living room is mostly dark, besides the moving lights over the dance floor, and the music is almost deafening. There are so many people here that I’m squished pretty tight up against the stairwell, but I’m tall enough that I can see into the crowd.
Suddenly I feel the zipper on my costume get pulled down my chest, accompanied by a high-pitched voice saying, “Hey there, Maverick,” in reference to my Top Gun flight suit.
“Alyssa. You’ve got to stop.” Taking her hands off of me, I zip my costume back up.
“Why? I was just peeling this costume off you last year. Don’t act like you don’t remember.” She cocks her head and bites her lip as if that’s going to do anything for me.
“That was last year. Things are different now. I have a girlfriend, and you know that.”
“Doesn’t bother me,” she shrugs. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”
I shake my head and roll my eyes. “Alyssa, give it a rest.” I keep my stare on her, hoping she sees just how serious I am.
“Hi, baby,” Logan says, tucking herself under my arm and wrapping hers around my waist. I drape my hand over her shoulder as she keeps her gaze on me, trying to avoid looking at Alyssa.
“Oh great, it’s the new girl,” Alyssa adds in an uninterested tone.
I’m about to open my mouth and say something smart, but Logan beats me to it.
“My name is Logan. But you already know exactly who I am.”
Shit. I like this feisty side of Logan. I’ve never seen it before.
“Try to remember my name the next time you attempt to get my boyfriend to sleep with you.” Her words are sassy, but her smile is sweet as she leans further into my body.
My mouth gapes before the utterly impressed smile takes over my face.
“Let’s go find Marc,” Logan says, returning her attention to me as she pulls me down and kisses my lips. My hand intertwines with hers as I follow her to the kitchen, leaving a shocked Alyssa in our wake.
“Baby! That was fucking hot. I need to dress you up as a villain more often.”
“I’m just tired of her trying to get with my man.”
Pulling Logan back, I turn her to face me. “You know I would never—”
“I know. I trust you.” Which makes me smile, that even with everything her ex put her through, and even me being a dumbass at the beginning of our relationship, she still trusts me.
“Well,” I begin, pushing a stray stand of hair away from her face. “Territorial Logan might just be my new favorite version.” A sly grin forms on my face before I bend down and place my lips on hers. “And what I said earlier, when I was joking with Marc, I’m sorry about that.” I search her face, looking for any signs that she may be upset, but there aren’t any.
