"Eww, why did you do that?" Logan said, scrunching his face in disgust as he wiped the wine off his face with his hand.
Jake drew out a few wipers from a box that was on top of Logan’s nightstand.
"Here you go." He said he was handing the wiper to Logan, who started cleaning his body with it. "Were you that surprised? I feel so angry that she is the first girl who isn’t interested in me," Logan said. "I mean, look at me." He said, flexing his muscles.
"I think you should let her go and reject her if you want to have her because of that," Jake said.
"I am not letting her go. I want to crush her ego. She has the nerve to talk to me in that way. Now she won’t have the strength to look at me with those eyes," Logan said. Jake emptied his glass and dropped it on top of the center table.
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