Sophia:
I thought dinner couldn't get more awkward with Logan. Then, Toby cut my steak for me, and Wit made me a cup of my favorite tea after dinner, a sentiment I found sweet, considering he had only watched me make it once.
"Are you both just going to be her little puppy love b.i.t.c.h.e.s now?" He asked. My face flushed hot with anger. I ignored him, knowing that opening my mouth would do me no good.
"Logan, if we want to treat our girl like a queen, we will. Don't start another fight between us today." Wit stood, that darkness in his eyes returning.
"Or what, Whitaker? Will you bust my mouth? Will you kick my a.s.s?" I looked at the two of them. I couldn't let them do this again, couldn't let the insanity continue.
"Nah, Soph already did that. I could put you out of your miser
