This is kinda how I visualize Harry's apartment in this book.
Harry's POV.
When I enter my apartment I see Logan Marcus and Nancy in my living room. Logan is sprawled on the couch with a mug in his hand that looks like coffee, my coffee, and obviously hangovered. Marcus's sitting across from him at one of my lounge chairs, smoking silently and looking out of the window, and Nancy sits sideways on my swing scrolling at her phone. If only she knew the things I do at that swing.
"In case it wasn't clear enough, those keys of mine that you possess are for emergencies only", I say glaring at Logan while dropping myself at the second unoccupied lounge chair. He's wearing the same clothes as yesterday, much like me, although he's shirt is buttoned crookedly. Someone had a fun night and now he's paying the consequences clearly.
"Well for your information it was a major emergency" he answers with a raspy voice without opening his eyes, and a very matter-o-fact tone.
"And what would that be exactly?", I raise my brow at him cause I have no idea what his mouth is gonna hurl this time. He doesn't verbally answer though, all he does is raise his hand that holds the mug at me. I swear one of these days he's gonna end up with his ass beaten, I just don't know how much patience I have left in me.
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