"We should! C'mon, I took some of Braxton's clothes from home,” Zane declared.
They both got up and went to put their glasses in the sink.
"I'm right here and stop stealing my shit!" Braxton snarled, finishing his shake and walking over to put it in the sink before chasing after his brothers.
Maximus sighed.
"They're gonna break something if I don't referee. I'll be back to wash the glasses." He stood up, finishing the remainder of his drink and put it in the sink, filling all of the other glasses with water before making his way upstairs.
I smiled, hearing the commotion going on upstairs and rose to go clean the dishes, knowing it wouldn't get done otherwise.
I got ready to wash the glasses and blender, looking for the gloves so my hands wouldn't get all wrinkled.
They were just here, where are they?
"Go get ready. I'll clean up," Logan announced quietly, slipping on the rubber gloves I was looking for.
I smiled as he began washing the glasses.
"Why did you talk so quietly?" I asked.
"Redhead's sleeping,” he replied.
I looked back over my shoulder to see Nixon was asleep.
His glass wasn't on the table or in his hand, making me turn my gaze to see Logan had brought it with him to wash.
"Aww, so you don't hate him." I hummed.
He scowled.
"He's a pain in my ass."
"But you don't hate him," I repeated.
"Hmph," Logan replied, placing the washed glasses on the rack to dry.
I watched him finish the remaining dishes and slid his hands out of the gloves before he met my analyzing gaze.
"What?" He whispered.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
I wasn't planning to ignore any signs that something was bothering Logan, not wanting my ignorance to lead to another fight.
"Yeah..." he replied, looking down to the floor for a second. "Jewel?"
"Yes, Logan?"
"Can I have a hug?" he inquired.
I nodded, lifting my arms up.
He walked into my outstretched arms, wrapping his arms around me. It felt like forever since we'd held one another, even though we'd been sharing my bed for the last two days.
I guess it was difficult to transition from our days of being with just one another almost every day to now being with a group with other guys.
"I miss you...is that weird?" Logan whispered against my neck before he kissed there softly .