Is this wrong, Sir?

Chapter 4

*Olivia's P.O.V*

I woke up to the sight of Logan's head resting on my stomach. His arms were wrapped around me and my arms were wrapped around his.

This is something I could definitely get used to.

I felt him stir slightly, and then he looked up to me with his gorgeous blue eyes. His dark hair was slightly scruffy which made him look even more incredibly handsome.

"Morning." He spoke in a huskier tone than usual.

"Morning." I said back, unable to keep the smile from appearing on my face.

"I could get used to this." He smiled widely as he said these words.

"Me too."

He gently pressed his lips against mine for a few seconds but soon pulled away.

"Can I cook you breakfast?" He asked.

"That would be great, thank you"

Just the thought of him cooking food by the oven in nothing but boxers made me feel happy.

It felt like I had a little school girl crush on him. He was just so beautiful, it was amazing how someone could look so amazing!

When we talked for hours non-stop the day he came round to introduce himself to my family, I knew he was perfect.

I found out so much about him that day, almost as if I had known him for years.

"You're so cute when you're thinking." He cooed, smiling.

I felt my cheeks go warm, causing him to chuckle and kiss my forehead.

"Are you parents downstairs?" He asked.

"No they should be at work."

He nodded and got off of me and the bed, leaving me with a better view of his muscular and defined body.

"Like what you see?"

"Who wouldn't!" I said, my eyes never leaving his body.

He came over to me and picked me up bridal style.

"Put me down!" I said laughing.

"Never!" As he said that, he began running down the stairs with me still in his arms, causing us both to laugh hysterically.

He placed me down onto the carpeted floor and began tickling me.

"Not this again!" I said inbetween laughters. Tears began to fall down my cheeks from all the laughter.

He suddenly stopped. "Where are your eggs?" I burst out into laughter again and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him to the floor with me.

I wrapped my arms around him and he did the same to me.

To have him in my arms felt good, I felt safe and secure.

"They're in the fridge." I whispered into his ear.

He pecked me on the lips, got out of our embrace, stood up and walked over to the fridge and grabbed a load of food. He turned on the oven and began chopping things up.

This had to be the best sight anyone could ever see. Him cooking breakfast in nothing but boxers! His back muscles moved and tensed whenever he cracked an egg, causing my mouth to water.

How did I manage to get someone as handsome as him?

Wait. He's not even mine.

We're not officially dating, so technically I haven't managed to get him yet.