I know this is probably TMI bc you’re married to Haze but I have to get this off my chest
A few moments later, a message pings back.
Willow
Uh oh, what did you do?
Me
I slept with Logan
Willow
Oh my god
Me
I know. And it was good, really, really, really good
Willow
Ew. I mean, that’s great and all, but he’s still my brother-in-law
Me
I know, but I have to tell someone and Luna will blab the second she sees him
Willow
That’s true, but we have both been telling you for a while how you’d make a great couple
I snort. Great couple. Logan is great in bed. Okay, he also looks hot in absolutely anything, and nothing at all, but he’s not the greatest at conversation. I’ve tried to strike up idle chatter with him before and it’s like talking to a brick wall. Granted, we had drinks last night, but neither of us were drunk. We were just tipsy.
Me
Hilarious. It’s just sex. I have no plans to order the wedding invitations just yet
Willow
Well that’s good bc I’m not convinced Logan will ever settle down. He’s always been a recluse, and a bachelor
Me
He made me a toasted turkey melt
A second later, my phone rings. I stand to shut my office door then pick up.
“Logan made you food?” Willow whisper-shouts.
Who’d have thought this would be such scandalous news?
“It was toasted bread,” I say. “He didn’t whip up a five-course meal.”
“Logan doesn’t cook for anyone, or toast bread for that matter. Maybe he likes you.”
“He liked me enough to have sex with me,”
“I meant, maybe he likes you more than that.” The unimplied duh is obvious.
