REGULAR NICE GUY
LOGAN
Taylor wanted to be alone. That was obvious.
I saw her from outside before I came in. She was watching her friend, her cute face scrunched up. I could’ve done a play-by-play of her thoughts: Should I call out to her? Do I want to? Then I’ll have to deal with the douchebag pricks with her.
Then her face cleared. She stopped nibbling on her bottom lip and shifted in her seat, turning away from the table with her friend. Yep. Taylor made the right decision.
And I made my grand entrance, dropping into the seat across from her. “It’s my mindfucking partner in crime.”
Her entire body went rigid, her apple frozen inches from her mouth.
I smirked. “Any time you spend with those sphincters is wasted time. Good call ignoring your friend.”
Her cheeks flooded with color,
