Logan
“Trouble finding sleep?” Sophie asks, rolling over the bed to face me.
“Yeah,” I say, lying face-up, one arm resting over my forehead.
“Is it because of the business you were discussing with Anthony?” She asks, tracing slow circles against my bare chest. “You both seemed pretty tense down there.”
It's my turn to lay onto my side and face her. “No, baby. I'm just tired today.”
About an hour ago, she walked in on Anthony and me talking in the kitchen, asking what had kept us up that late. I told her it was just club business. She declared our discussion over immediately, grabbing my hand and leading me to my bedroom. She helped me out my clothes and shoes and into bed, asking that I get some rest. I tried, but one hour later, I'm still awake, staring at the ceiling.
She sits up,
