"I'm hungry." Logan whined for the hundredth time, "Haydee, I'm hungry!"
"Oh for the love of god shut up." I said. God he is an annoying drunk. I heard him huff. I returned my attention back to the TV. A few minutes later I felt a poke on my arm.
Then another. I tried ignoring Logan but he just kept bloody poking me. I turned abruptly causing him to stop mid poke.
"What?" I glared at him.
He smiled sweetly, "I'm hungry."
Grunting I got up and walked to the kitchen, Logan trailing behind me. "What do you want?"
"A cake!" He said clapping his hands cutely. "Let's bake!"
I contemplated for a few seconds. I smiled when I saw him putting on a apron with flowers on it. I grabbed an apron and put it on. "What we gonna make?" I looked at him and couldn't help but melt when I saw the excitement in his eyes.
"Um, a cupcake! Wait no a cake. Nahh actually a cupcake-
"Make up your danging mind, would you?" I glared at him.
"Ok, a chocolate cake!" He stated excitedly. I nodded and started collecting all the ingredients and set them on the counter. I saw Logan grinned mischievously. I followed his train of vision and saw he was looking at the flour, oh gosh what is he planning? As if he could sense someone looking at him his head snapped up and our eyes met. The corner of his mouth quirked up. I looked away and started making the mix for the cake.
"You have something on your face." Logan smirked and rubbed his hand on my face. When he pulled his hand back there was flour on it. I glared at him.
"Oh it's on." I grabbed flour and rubbed it into his hair. It turned into a massive flour fight, we were chucking flour everywhere when a sticky substance was flung at my face. I wiped it from my eyes and looked over at Logan who was laughing uncontrollably with a jar of Nutella in his hand. Oh no he didn't.
"Logan.." I growled but couldn't help the smile that was tugging at my lips. Seeing him laugh, actually laugh was breathtaking. He had a wide, genuine smile on his face and I caught a glimpse of a dimple on his right cheek. I charged at him but before I could reach him I slipped on something and started falling I felt a hand on my wrist trying to help me balance but I ended up bringing Logan down with me. He landed on top off me with a grunt, almost squishing me.
I gasped, "Can't...breathe."
He propped himself of his elbows putting most of his wait on them. He grinned down at me. "I like this position." He lifted a finger and wiped off some Nutella from my face and popped it in his mouth. "Nutella looks good on you."
I blinked, "Uh thank you..?" He chuckled. A comfortable silence fell over us as we stared at each other, our faces only inches apart.
"First one to the shower doesn't clean up." He stated and jumped up and ran around looking for the bathroom. He cheered in victory when he noticed that I hadn't followed him. I sighed and started cleaning up.
A few minutes or so later I was still cleaning up when Logan came into the kitchen with a towel slung lowly on his hips exposing his v-lines and toned six pack. He rubbed the back of his neck, "I don't have anything to wear."
"Oh um right." I put my cleaning stuffed down and I strode passed him and down the hall to my room. I had multiple boys clothes, mostly big baggey hoodies and big sweats because I always wear them when I get home. I opened my draw and got out a black Nike jumper and some grey sweats. I turned around and Logan was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his broad chest making his biceps more prominent. God his body is amazing. When my eyes finally went back to his face I was that cocky smirk on his face. I blushed and walked over.
"Here." I said stretching my arms forward with the clothes in them. He took them and walked past me into my room. I turned around and closed the door. I walked to the bathroom wondering what it would feel like to run my hands down his muscled chest.
Whoa, ok I need to calm down.
I peeled off my clothes discarding them around the room. I turned the tap to the warm side and hopped in. I scrubbed the flour from my body and rubbed off the Nutella from my face. The events of this evening going through my mind as I did so. I washed my hair with vanilla scented shampoo and conditioner, then rinsed my hair, I was humming Resolution by Matt Corby. I stepped out the shower and wrapped a towel around me after drying my hair a little with the towel. I noticed I didn't bring cloths for me to change in. Which meant I had to go into my room, where Logan was getting changed. Meaning he will see me in just a towel, dang it.
I walked to my room and knocked on the door, I heard a muffled 'come in' and hesitantly opened the door. I was greeted by Logan sitting on my bed with his eyebrows pulled together in concentration with The Fault in Our Stars in his hand. His gazed travelled over my exposed skin with a slight smirk playing on his lips. By the time his eyes met mine I was blushing like crazy and I'm sure I looked like an over ripe tomato. I dropped my gazed to the floor as I made my way to my draws and pulled out a matching pair of panties and a bra. I pulled out an Adidas jumper and black sweats. Leaving the clothes on top of my draw I turned around to see Logan watching me. "Can..can you please leave, I need to change." He nodded and left but not before he gave me another once over. I blushed the whole time I got dressed.
I entered the living room and walked over to Logan, who was lying down on the couch with a hand behind his head and his phone in his other hand. I nudged his leg trying to make room for me but he just moved it back. I huffed and did the mature thing, I sat on him.
"What are you doing?" I heard the amusement in his tone.
"Sitting." I said in a duh tone.
He laughed, "I can see that, but why are you sitting on me?"
"Because.." I started, "because I can." He laughed.
"Okay muffin."
"Muffin? Why the sudden nickname?"
He shrugged, "It suits you, I like it better than penguin girl." He grinned. I smiled back.
I yawned. "Aw, is muffin tired?" I glared at him.
"Shut up, and yes I am." I stated, "I'm going to sleep now. Bye!" I got off him and walked down the hall.
"Where am I supposed to sleep?' I heard him call.
"Anywhere." I replied and then collapsed into my bed and crawled under the covers. I felt the bed dip and I peeked over the covers and saw a grinning Logan.
"You said anywhere muffin." I rolled my eyes to tired to argue and rolled over and let sleep take over.
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