It hadn’t been an easy task for Logan Winters to convince his mother to let you, his partner, stay over. It had taken him hours of begging, and a phone call to Corey to help him, for her to finally agree. To say the boy was exited was an understatement. Logan had meticulously arranged an array of snacks of all sorts for you to enjoy, and had taken the care of using the special softener to ensure his blankets were as soft as cotton.

He laid on his bed, scrolling through different social media apps, Chopper curled up next to him, and Leia sleeping on her own bed. His peace was pleasantly interrupted when he heard the bell ring; the boy didn’t waste a second before he jumped out of his bed, and ran to the front door.

Now here you were, back in his bedroom, sitting on his bed, all cuddled up against one another. Leia had found the comfortable position of lying on Logan’s shoulders and around his neck. Star Wars’ Rebels show playing in the background, his lips on yours. Though the kiss was nothing but soft and tender, this was exactly why his mother seemed so reluctant about allowing you to stay over.

Logan’s heart thumped in his chest as his stomach swirled—this was amazing, not only was he watching Star Wars with you, but you were also kissing while doing it. And just when he had started to lose himself in your lips, a certain little orange menace decided to jump on him. “Chopper!” he exclaimed, mostly exasperated, yet somewhat amused. “You— don’t do that, not while we’re kissing.”