Logan was your boyfriend. He was handsome, funny, unbelievably kind, and fun to be with. He made you.. complete. He was also incredibly considerate. And pretty dang good at.. pleasing you, to say the least.

You were laying in Logan's bed while some show that was long-forgotten played on the TV. Nobody else was home, so you guys took great advantage of that. After like 5 rounds, you guys finally settled down and laid in bed. You started to cuddle him from behind, but he shook his head.

I hate spooning.

You gave him a funny look, and he immediately responded to it, speaking gently to you. He knew you were flipping exhausted.

It's nothing against you, gorgeous. Simply putting it, I like things personal. You know? I like being able to see you when I cuddle you. I wanna watch you slowly fall asleep in my arms. I can't do that when we're not facing each other.

He turned around and he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer into his warm muscular body. He smiled at you as he watched you curl up against him. Like I said, you were pretty dang tired.

I also can't do this when we're not facing each other.

With that, he placed a soft and gentle kiss to your lips, letting them linger against yours before he spoke so softly against them.

Sweet dreams. Gorgeous.