Page 152 of Becoming Selfish

“Oh, like how you told me that Logan slept in your bed the night you guys met or how you were basically obsessed with her the second you laid your eyes on her?” Marc sarcastically asks.

“Exactly.” I let out a laugh, remembering how I tried to hide my feelings for his best friend from him, though that didn’t last long.

“I didn’t tell you because I’m the ‘relationship’ sibling, and you’re the ‘fuckboy’ sibling,” Marc says to me. “Sorry, Logan,” he adds when my girlfriend’s expression twists from being reminded of my past.

“I didn’t want to hear ‘I told you so’ when I decided to just do the fucking part and forget about the relationship part after all the shit I gave you over the years,” Marc tells me with honesty.

“I was wrong,” I quickly state, shaking my head.

“Wrong about what?”

“Just having random meaningless hookups. It’s nothing compared to the real thing.” I tighten my grip around Logan’s waist. “You were right.”

Logan stays silent, zoning out with her coffee mug held up against her lips.

“Logan, what’s on your mind?” Marc questions.

“I’m just thinking about all the times I left you and Ali alone together, and you guys were probably boning,” she laughs, washing away the serious tone of our conversation.

“Plenty,” Marc says with raised brows. “I will say that.”

“I almost caught you guys,” I tell my bother before I take a sip of coffee. “I knew something was going on then.”

“When?” Logan snaps her head around to look at me.

“The night Jay was in town. The night before the alumni game, when I showed up at your dorm at like one AM and Ali came out to give me shit. Marc came out of her room too. That’s when I knew.”

“Do you have feelings for her, Marc?” my sweet girl asks.

“No,” he plainly states. “I don’t.”

Logan and I give him the same pointed glance, not believing his words.

“It’s not like that,” he says, shaking his head. “I could barely stand her the first couple weeks I knew her, and now she still drives me absolutely insane half the time. She has no filter. She does and says whatever she wants—”

“So what? Do you want another Lauren?” I ask, cutting him off. “At least Ali can handle herself. Lauren needed you to do everything for her, and she took advantage of you most of the time. Not to mention she’s a total bitch.”

“Ali would be good for you,” Logan says, chiming in.

“Okay, Mr. and Mrs. ‘we have what everyone is looking for,’ this is just sex,” he says, holding up his hands in defense. “Meaningless sex. Let it just be that. You know how Ali is, she doesn’t do relationships, and that’s exactly why this ‘friends with benefits’ thing works for us.”

“So, you’d be okay if she started seeing other people?” Logan asks, unconvinced. “There have been a couple of times you seemed less than thrilled that Ali had other plans.”

“Yes. I’d be fine with that. I think I reacted that way because I’m used to being in a relationship, but as soon as I remembered what this thing between us is casual, I was fine with it.”

“I just can’t believe I didn’t know. I’m such an idiot.” Logan shakes her head in disbelief as Cam comes strolling in the kitchen, pouring himself a coffee and taking a seat next to Logan and me at the dining room table.

“Logan, you beautiful girl,” Cam says with a chuckle. “Even I knew. That first night we met after our beer pong game, Ali bailed on me the second Marc walked back into the living room.”

“Sorry, man,” Marc says with a laugh and shrug.

“All good.”

“Okay, bye,” Goody says in the distance, walking out his overnight guest, still in her costume. “No sorry,” he adds, not being sorry at all, ushering her through the front door. “Yeah, see you around.” He closes the door in her face.

She’s the third girl that’s been walked out this morning by a different one of the guys, and Logan has noticed each time.

“Clinger,” Goody says with wide eyes, pointing his thumb over his shoulder towards the front door as he makes his way into the kitchen to join us.

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