protective | s.w.

f o u r t e e n

Sam's POV:

We lied in my bed for what felt like hours. Just staring at each other. Every once in a while one of would say something but, then back to silence. It was a comfortable silence. Nobody else existed in the world. Just us. I could stay like this forever.

I like to think she's thinking the exact same thing. That she could stay like this forever and ever. I hope she feels protected here in my arms. Nothing could ever stop me from protecting her precious soul and body. She's all mine.

She's so damn perfect. Even with her hair in the messy bun, it looks flawless. Even though she wiped off her makeup an hour ago, she's flawless. Her eyes, skin, smile, everything. Just flawless. The freckles dotted across her face, all placed perfectly. I could just lay here and admire her for months.

She owns my entire heart and she doesn't even know it. Everywhere she goes, my heart follows. Every time she smiles that gorgeous smile, I can almost feel my heart swell up and beat at, what feels like, thirty-thousand beats a minute.

She's the perfect storm, even though she's absolutely petrified of them. When she rains, she pours.

She was made for me, as I was made for her. God created us to fit perfectly. Her hand fits perfectly in mine.

We've had sex a few times before, but nothing has compared to tonight. It was completely different this time. Something about the way she looked at me and the way she made feel, not only physically, but emotionally as well.

I've come to the conclusion that I'm absolutely crazy about her. Every little thing she does and says makes me fall harder and harder for her.

"It's Nate." Logan said, pulling me from my train of thought. I was confused at first by what she was talking about until she handed me my phone. I had an incoming call from him.

"What's up, bro?" I answered. Why the fuck is he calling me at two in the morning?

"Where the hell you at? I just stopped by your place and you're not there." He said. Well no shit I'm not there.

"I'm back at Omaha for a few days." I said.

"Shit man, you should've said something. How's your fam?"

"Good, as usual." I answered.

"Sweet, 'ight, I gotta go man, talking to you later?" He said, coming out as more of a question than a statement.

"Yeah that's cool, bro. Later." I said then hung up.

"You know he has to find out sooner or later." Logan said, and I knew exactly what she was talking about.

"I know," I sighed, "I just don't want him to kill me."

She chuckled a bit, "I won't let him" and kissed me.

I can't even begin to explain how her kisses feel. Of course, I've kissed plenty if girls but, I've never felt anything at all until the first time Logan and I kissed. It gives me a type of high that I'll never come down from.

Logan intertwined our fingers and I pulled them towards my face, kissing each one of her knuckles, as cliché as that is.

"Logan Pederson, you are my everything." I blurted out. I didn't regret it though. It was the whole truth.

"As you are mine." She smiled and gently kissed me. "I'm really tired" she added.

"Sorry" I laughed jokingly.

"Oh don't flatter yourself, Wilkinson." She scoffed.

She got up and pulled on her panties, a pair of my shorts and my hoodie.

"What am I supposed to wear?" I laughed, as she was wearing mostly my clothes.

She threw my boxers at me and got in my closet, pulling a pair of sweats and tossing them to me.

I put them on before she crawled back into bed with me. She instantly made herself comfortable against me, in the same position as usual, her face pressed into my chest.

"Goodnight baby girl." I whispered, kissing her forehead.

"Goodnight Sammy." She whispered back, kissing my chest.

Within a few minutes she seemed to have fell asleep. But, I was still wide awake. I was left alone with my thoughts, which seemed completely consumed with Logan.

I thought about everything, and everything included Logan. I thought about myself as an eighty year old man, and she was by my side.

We've only been technically dating for a day now but, I know she's it. I already know I want her forever. That may seem a bit much right now but, I've never been so positive about something in my life.

I want everything with her. I want to be Dodger season ticket holders with her. I want to make waffles every Sunday morning with her. I want to pass out candy to kids on Halloween with her. I want to be with her for every storm that comes through LA or Omaha, or wherever else in the world we may be. I want to watch Nebraska football on Saturdays with her. I want her to live with me one day. I want her to bare my children one day, hopefully they'll look like her, rather than me. I want to protect her forever. I want it all. But only with Logan.

She makes my life so much better, even just her presence. She absolutely, without a doubt, completes me. She's most definitely my better half.

She will be the first girl I say "I love you" to.

"I love you" doesn't even come close to describing how I feel about her. Nothing can describe my feelings. It's so much more, even though I sound incredibly cheesy, and she's punch me if she even knew I was thinking like this.

One thing is for sure, no matter how early it is.

I am completely in love with Logan Pederson.

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sammy's deep in his feels

super cheesy chapter but, it's more of a filler I guess

-s.k.