"I’m just saying." A soft shrug. "I mean.. I haven't been on a date in.. a long time."

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"Could it be like.. tomorrow or something?"

Lifting both his brows, a boyishly cheeky smirk on his lips. "Gotten.....?"

Chuckling. "If only I was really like that. But no.. that's Scott."

"Next time you'll have to give me a heads up." A laugh.

"I fucking hate riddles."

Pushing himself off the wall with a loud grunt. "What's that, baby?"

"Why? Always end up throwing them out a window?"

"Ill give you cuddly." He smirks, his furrowed brows the last strong hold in his fake bravado.

His smirk shifts into a raised eyebrow as he looks down at his chest. The wound is slowly stitching itself together, albeit slower than usual. "Nah.. it'll be healed by the time I get cleaned up."

What the fuck

The lift in his brow turns decidedly more flirtatious as he looks back at her, chin still dipped. "Feel like getting a little messy?"

"Only because you like me." Logan smirks, lowering his chin to kiss her as he begins walking back toward the bedroom.

"Maybe." A smirk, leaning into grab the whiskey bottle from the shelf my her head. "Maybe I’m feeling.. disruptive"

Oh he absolutely can. But the man is no stranger to the game they both adore, teasing and taunting until one of them cracks. He moves toward her, one heavy step at a time, eyes dark and fixed on her. "We go claw to claw and things will absolutely get messy.."

Last I checked that wasn't a compliment.

"You literally are not at all." Logan scoffs, turning to grab a beer. "Fine, don't tell me. But don't bitch that I don't ask."