"No, no need. It'll seem like I'm making the whole situation more serious than it is." Logan stares at me for a few seconds, like he's checking whether I'm serious.
"Whatever you want, Tanny," he says, going back to eating his breakfast calmly.
"Besides, we want to keep things casual, so who she kisses or has kissed isn't my problem," I add, and I watch Logan raise his eyebrows, surprised.
"You're going to manage to keep it casual with someone from the same university? When you could run into her at parties kissing other guys?" he asks, and I frown.
"Of course, it's happened with people from outside Lexington Crown too. It's not that different," I assure him, but he doesn't look convinced. I swallow the last bites of food and get up, taking all the utensils I used to the sink, right next to Logan.
"If you say so... Just remember the odds are higher now," he shoots back, and I swallow hard.
"I'm not the jealous type. And it's just a friends-with-benefits thing, don't worry," I reinforce, and the other player just shrugs. Logan sets the rest of the things we used for breakfast in the sink, and I start washing the dishes.
"Alright, Mr. No-Strings, I believe you," he retorts sarcastically, and I just roll my eyes again.
"It's going to work out. Just try to avoid pestering her, okay?" I ask, and he frowns in indignation.
"So unfair! I don't pester anyone." I can't control a light laugh at his shameless lie. He reaches for an apple in the fruit bowl and bites into it quickly. "But I promise I'll try to behave.Judging by your happy face yesterday, the girl gave you quite a ride. It really is a shame I don't remember clearly..."
I cut off the idiot's sentence by unhooking the faucet from its holder in the sink and aiming a jet of water at his face. Logan curses at me and cracks up at the same time, but has the good sense to run out of the kitchen.
I really was surrounded by idiots.
Chapter 11
Logan
I was a big liar sometimes. In just one week, I lied to my best friend twice.
Once when I pretended not to recognize Charlotte the moment I laid eyes on his phone screen. The second when I said I only remembered the time I slept with her when I saw her in our place.
Bald-faced lie.
First because there was the piggy bank episode, not long ago, and second because nobody forgets a face like that, especially the wickedness in those light eyes when she knelt to blow me.
I spent several days thinking about her after that weekend, but right afterward Charlie got back with Jonathan and I choseto let it go. We were freshmen and I didn't want to stir up trouble so soon with my teammates.
So I quickly moved on to other mouths and other hookups, and I really did shove all of it to the back of my mind, until Ethan said he was interested in her. And then I lied because I didn't know how much Charlie remembered, or whether she wanted more people to know about the episode.
It was good for avoiding an awkward vibe, but after finding out she'd told Ethan everything without a problem, and that their thing was casual, I got... Curious.
And I decided I wanted to talk to her again, which is why I was now crossing campus on my way to the math and sciences building.
In my defense, I really did need help with the statistics assignment. It's likely some time researching online would solve the problem, but why would I do that when I could show up at the tutoring room, ask Charlotte McCarthy for help, and have a little fun on top of it?
Come to think of it, maybe on top of being a liar, I was also a huge backstabber, planning to hit on my friend's fling... But was it really a low move if they were only having fun?
I just wanted to get to know her a little more... For now. But if she gave me an opening to prove whether her kiss was as good as I remembered, I wouldn't be the one to waste the opportunity.
Damn, maybe I really was a scoundrel. But now I was already in the hallway leading to the tutoring rooms and there was no backing out.
I could try to behave.
Maybe.
I run a hand through my hair, fixing a bit of the damage the wind always did, and walk into the room full of round tables, uncomfortable wooden chairs, and just one person. The very ex-blonde I wanted to see.
I smile at the way her eyebrows go up the moment she lays eyes on me.
