Chapter 89

Zoey's POV

"There's no way I'm letting you go like that!" I jumped in horror when my friend appeared in the doorway wearing a loose shirt and with his sleeves rolled up. I looked down at myself, slightly doubtful.

A pale pink, tight dress wrapped around my body, went down to my knees, and was decorated with inconspicuous, fine lace at the top. “Why not?” I asked ignorantly. Did he not like it?

"Of course I like it," Logan growled and tensed his jaw. "Only the hundred other horny boys will like it too. I'd rather let you out with a potato sack than with that tight fumble," he said coldly and ran away definitely in my wardrobe. At a loss, I didn't move from the spot.

He opened the closet doors and tore one hanger after the other until he found something 'sensible' and pulled it out of the closet with a less dissatisfied expression.

I looked at him confused. "I definitely won't be going to your party in a beach dress!" I complained immedia