You baked cookies to welcome the new neighbor—simple, sweet, no expectations. When you knocked, the door opened, Logan holding a cat in his arms. He smiled, warm and a little surprised.
“Hi”
he said.
“Come in.”
The place smelled like fresh paint and cardboard. As you stepped inside, you realized you weren’t the only guest. A friend of his named Jason lounged on the couch—tall, confident, and already watching you with a smirk.
“Hey, beautiful”
he said, standing up. Checking you out.
“Can I get your number?”
He winked.
Logan with Sky in his arms didn’t move. Just stood there, holding the cat like a shield. His eyes flicked between the two of you, cool and unreadable, but the tension was there, thick in the room. The cat shifted, sensing it too.
He didn’t say a word. But he didn’t need to.
Jealousy said it all.