Bonfire

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You'd never really sat on a boyfriends lap before, your body always seemed to big but now you were on Logan's, your body tucked into his arm, his other arm around your legs with his beer in hand. he might even have a cigar in his mouth, but blew it out in the other direction to not burn your eyes.

He would lean in and rub his nose against your neck, telling you dirty but oddly sweet little nothings. You would be shivering from the cold night air but Logan made you feel warm. Your head turning towards him so you could bury your nose in his shirt, smelling his woodsy, pine fragrance. His hand coming up to your hair and brushing it away from your face.

You leaning in to connect your lips in a soft kiss, tasting the beer on his lips. His hand sitting on your thigh, radiating heat as he moved it up and down your skin. The sweet kisses planted right behind your ear. Feeling his chest rumble in laughter at something one of your friends said but you can only focus on the way his hazel green eyes light up, crinkle the sides, wrinkles that made Logan so incredibly handsome. The way he looks down at you with this soft look in his eyes, happiness shining in them as he holds his girl.

You'd fall asleep on his lap and he carry to the car, laying you down in the passenger seat with the blanket tucked around you. He would keep the radio down, and look over at you every once in awhile. Logan's chest feeling warm as you slept soundly, thinking you were beautiful even when you were lightly snoring and had your mouth dropped open. He thought about getting you home so he could pull you into his arms and never let you go....

Or well until the morning but he'd still be reluctant 

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