LOGAN'S POV
“Let’s have breakfast,” I uttered, staring at Amaya, who also stared back.
Why is she looking at me like that? Is she doubting my generosity?
“It’s not a choice, it’s an order. You must have breakfast.” I muttered, snapping her out of her thoughts. She slowly sat on the bed, unable to stop gazing at me. I didn’t find it uncomfortable—I knew exactly how shocked she must have felt. The same person who made her lick spilled coffee is now calling her for breakfast.
Yeah, it happens. I have a master’s degree in confusion. I graduated as the best student. Confusion is something I can cause freely.
“Did you make breakfast?” Amaya asked in her usual soft, timid voice.
“Who else would make it? Nova isn’t at home. Come downstairs,” I replied, shutting the door before walking back t
