ASSCHEEKS & CUPCAKES
LOGAN
Nate was in bed when I pushed open his door, flipped his lights on, and threw some clothes at him. “Get up.”
“What?” He jerked upright. His hand lifted, the fist formed already, but he relaxed when he saw it was me. He rubbed at his eyes. “Logan? What are you doing?”
“Whatever our problem is, I don’t care. I need a drinking buddy, and Mason’s all curled up with Sam. You’re it.”
He picked up the shirt I’d tossed on his bed and glared. “Gee. How could I resist that invitation?”
I chucked a pair of his jeans over from his chair and paced as he dressed. I needed more than a drinking buddy. I need a friend, and I needed someone who wouldn’t make me feel like s**t because I wanted to screw three different girls tonight. Mason would have the damn I-know-you’re-hur
