The Blonde Choch Next Door

Chapter 53 - Chill

"Something I never get to do in L.A.," he exhaled, "just...chill."

The two of them lay curled on top of the mattress, Oliver folded into Logan, head on his chest, body cocooned between his arms. She played with the ends of his sweatshirt as he closed his eyes, relaxing against the pillows.

Five movie scenes later, she had finally convinced him to come back inside, and he had collapsed on the bed instantly, exhausted. For one of the most hyperactive people she knew—in this moment—Logan was more than happy to lay and do absolutely...nothing.

Well, that wasn't completely true.

She giggled as his fingers came to rest near her ear, prying at the tender skin of her earlobe.

"It's so tiny!" He squealed, poking at the sensitive flap of skin. He trailed his fingers down her neck, and she closed her eyes, mesmerized by his touch.

What a feeling...

"You've never had your ears pierced?"

Eyes closed, she answered in a whisper. "Nope."

"Never?"

"That's right."

"How come?"

"Sensitive skin?" She shrugged against his stomach. "My mom never had hers pierced either, so it just made sense not to."

He rubbed his fingers gently over her earlobe once more, the word sending goosebumps to the back of her neck.

"Pretty."

They stayed in silence awhile, holding each other on the bed, staring up at the white, popcorn ceiling, before he spoke again.

"Can I ask you another question?"

She rolled around to face him, placing her hands on his collarbone. "Nope, it's my turn." He grinned with those bright, white teeth, bringing his fingers up to cover her own...She almost got distracted, and it took her a moment longer than it should have to speak:

"Do you ever get tired of vlogging?" She brought her fingers to her lips. "Like, is it ever, I don't know, a strain, to act so happy, energized all the time?"

Logan shifted his weight on the bed frame. "Of course not! Yeah, it can be challenging, but I love it." He grinned. "Not to be cocky, but I'm superhuman."

"No," She waited a moment, leaving him hanging, head leaned to the side, eyebrows raised in confusion—

"You're Logan."

He burst out laughing, pawing at her hands. "Hey! You can't use my own joke against me!"

She smiled, winking at him. "I just did."

He pinched her waist, tickling her mercilessly, and she screamed out, begging him to stop, silently hoping the moment would last forever...

He stopped suddenly, pulling her closer, and she looked up at him, lost in everything from the glistening orbs of his eyes to the shape of his chin—something so simple, yet so unbelievably beautiful...

She paused a moment before gaining the courage to speak. Oliver held her breath, then blurted it out:

"Do people really ship us?"

"Heyy, it was my turn!"

She frowned, staring up at him with puppy dog eyes. "Pleeasee!" She whined. "Just answer it."

He chuckled, "Fiiiine."

He bent down close, murmuring in her ear. She froze as he exhaled...

"Yes."

She opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off with a finger to her lips.

"But that's not what matters." He turned her chin to the side.

"I ship us."

He leaned in, kissing her softly on the mouth.

"That's all that counts."