To you, Logan was the best boyfriend in the whole wide world.

He loved you. That much was obvious, but he also took care of you. Doing things for you that you could do yourself, not because he had to, but because he wanted to.

You sat on the edge of your bed, him kneeling before you. You wanted to wear knee high socks with your outfit, and Logan was happy to oblige when it came to helping you get ready.

He kissed the bone of your ankle before pulling the sock up your leg, letting it settle around your knee.

"There we go, that's one." He hummed, resting his chin on your knee. "Pretty socks for a pretty girl."