"What are you talking about?" My hand went out to touch her waist, because when she was this close, all I wanted to do was touch her.

She was too quick to swat it away.

"Did you work out whose dick was bigger?"

I chuckled.

Her eyebrows rose.

I moved in to kiss her.

She pushed me away. "Quit. Fucking. Kissing. Me!"

Then she turned in her spot and stormed off. Her short shorts showed off her amazingly toned legs.

Logan: I think I may have a problem.

Dad: If it's red, itchy or inflamed, come straight home and notify everyone.

Logan: Ha Ha. Seriously though, is there some sort of medical condition involved with the uncontrollable need to kiss someone?

Dad: Why are you asking this?

Logan: Because I can't quit kissing this girl.

Dad: No medical condition. Maybe you just like her.

Logan: That makes more sense. I thought for sure it was my body’s way of telling me something.

Dad: Like what? That maybe you more than like her?

Logan: You may be right.

I waited around until she was done, which surprisingly didn't drag on as much as I thought it would. She didn't argue when I told her I was staying, and no guys attempted to hit on her, so it was a win/win for me.

She was silent the drive home, and when I pulled up to the curb; I realized it was because she'd fallen asleep.

I nudged her, "We're home."

She started to blink, those big blue eyes trying to focus. When they finally did, they landed right on me. "I was so tired," she whispered, her voice scratchy.

"You want me to carry you in?"

She laughed through a yawn. "No, I'm okay." Her eyes started to close again.

"Amanda?"

"Yeah, Logan?"

"I really am sorry." Her eyes snapped open and fixed on mine. We sat there, staring at each other for so long, neither making a move to get out. I continued, "Last night...the things you said-"

"I can't," She shook her head. "I can't talk about this with you. Not now. Not yet. Okay?"

"Okay."

She moved to open her door and was halfway out when she turned to me, "Are you not coming in?"

"I uh, I don't have a bed. I was just gonna crash at Cam and Dylan's dorm," I finished on a yawn. I removed my cap, threw it in the back seat, and shook my hair out, trying to wake up.

"Oh yeah," she said, like she'd just remembered. "Wait. You drove me to work, stayed through my six hour shift, drove me home, and now you're basically driving back there to crash?"

I nodded

"That's stupid." She turned to face me. "I have one of those pullout beds under mine. You can uh...you can sleep there. I'll swap rooms with Ethan or something..." she trailed off.

I looked into the house; it was pitch black. "He's probably sleeping, don't wake him, it's fine. Honestly, Amanda." Another yawn broke through.

"You're too tired to drive." Her eyes met mine, before looking away. "Anyway, we're both mature adults. I'm sure we can stay in the same room without killing each other, right?"

I smiled at her. "Right."

***

She made up my bed and went to the bathroom. We hadn't said a word to each other since we came in. I stood in her room awkwardly and waited until she came back.

She'd changed into a high school football jersey; it was three or four sizes too big. I automatically wondered who it belonged to.

She got into her bed and pulled the covers over her. She avoided looking at me.

"Are you getting into bed?" she whispered.

I didn't answer right away, because all I could think about was getting in there with her.

"Logan?"

"Huh?" I shook my head to clear my thoughts. "Yeah. Sorry."

She giggled.

I shrugged out of my jeans and pulled my shirt off.

She stopped giggling immediately. Her eyes huge, staring at my body.

"Busted!" I whispered.

She gasped. "Get in your bed so I can turned the light off, Asshole."

"I totally caught you eye-licking me."

"Shut up!" she said, but she was smiling, too.

I started to get into the bed, which was practically on the floor. "You totally want me." I smiled to myself.

"Correction, Logan," she said quietly, her tone serious. "I totally did want you. A long, long time ago."

What the hell do you say to that? I stayed silent, until I realized my entire body was shivering from the cold and the blanket she gave me didn't even cover half of it.

"I'm cold." I huffed out.

"Well, that explains your size misfortune." She chuckled.

I could't help but laugh.

"Seriously, turn the light on. I need to fix this poor excuse of a blanket you gave me." We were both whispering, giggling quietly.

She turned the light on and I looked down at myself.

She cracked up laughing.

"You want to explain to me why I'm sleeping under a Hello Kitty blanket made for an infant?"

She laughed harder, rolling around in her bed. She manages to stop, only to look down at me, and laughed again.

"This isn't funny!" I tried to keep a straight face, but her laugh was so infectious. "Look!" I motioned my head to the blanket on my chest. I pulled it up to my neck, and it ended just below my boxers. I pulled it down past my feet, it ended just above them. I did this a few times, because each time I do it, she laughs harder.