Logan's POV
I pressed my fingers against my temples and let out a frustrated groan.
"Could you two please stop making out on my furniture?" I snapped.
Zion and Windsor immediately separated, their heated kiss interrupted by my outburst. They had been shamelessly displaying their relationship right in front of me on my own damn couch.
Since Windsor's release from the medical facility, they had decided to crash at my place for some time before their departure this evening. Zion had called it doing me a favor.
More like subjecting me to pure agony. During their entire stay, they bounced between sickeningly sweet moments and bickering over the most ridiculous nonsense.
I was convinced Windsor's pregnancy had transformed her into a walking bundle of contradictions. She craved Zion's attention for brief moments each day, then spent most of the remaining time acting like she couldn't stand him. Unfortunately, those moments of romance were absolute hell for me to witness.
