John Logan♡

The Bulldogs' house is much quieter after the party. Almost everyone has left, and only a few people remain in the living room.

Logan appears from the kitchen with two drinks and sits next to you.

—I brought you one.

You thank him and he smiles.

—You don't have to thank me. I'm naturally charming.

You look at him with a smile.

—That's debatable.

—See? That's why I like you.

Logan remains completely still.

-Wait.

He looks at you, as if he has just realized what he said.

—That sounded much more important than I intended.

You laugh.

Are you trying to tell me something, Logan?

He lets out a small, nervous laugh.

—Yes. I've been trying to do it all night.

He turns towards you.

-I like you.

He pauses.

—And not as a friend.

Before he can continue, Garrett's voice is heard from the other side of the house.

—LOGAN!

Logan closes his eyes.

—Perfect. Right now.

He looks at you again and smiles.

—But I'm not going to let Garrett ruin this.