After a long debate about the greatest love story's, the best author and book, Logan made me come home which I wasn't too pleased about.
I felt smothered. I know he was doing it for my own good, but it's still getting under my skin. Even though it hasn't been long, house arrest was killing me, slowly.
I sighed as I flopped down on the couch in our apartment. My body was aching and my throat felt like someone had sandpapered it.
"How you feeling?" Logan asked as he came over from the open kitchen and passed me a glass of water and two tablets.
"Ok I guess." I said grimly as I plopped the tablets in my mouth and swallowed a huge gulp of water.
I placed the glass down on a coaster that was rested on the coffee table, then sat back on the sofa, resting my head on a now sitting Logan's shoulder.
"Thank you." I whispered, shutting my eyes and filling my lungs with Logan's distinctive scent.
"For what?" He asked, ruffling my hair.
"For taking care of me, sticking around." I mumbled, letting a yawn escape my lips.
"A little sacrifice don't bother me." He smiled against the top of my head.
Remembering our Romeo and Juliet conversation earlier, I burst out laughing, "You really are a charmer, you that right?" I grinned as he pulled a blanket over us both.
"Only for you, my dear London." He replied in a mimicked British accent, causing me to giggle.
And we both drifted into a well needed sleep. I'd came to the conclusion that doing nothing makes you more tired than when your do things.
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I was hot. Real hot. My skin was burning and my chest felt heavy, but it wasn't due to my sick state. It wasn't uncomfortable, just unfamiliar.
I cracked opened one eye to find the source of this heat.
Looking around confused, I noticed that I was tangled up with Logan on the sofa. I had my back propped up against the arm of the sofa, legs over Logan's lap whilst he lay sideways on my chest with his arms around my waist.
Well, this would be awkward if someone came home.
Logan looked so peaceful when he slept. So boyish and child like. His light brown hair hung over his face, screaming for me to push it back. His cheeks had a light pink hint from the heat, his chest gently raising and falling.
The sleeve of his t-shirt was slightly pushed up, revealing his tattoo. I'd never gotten the chance to have a look at it properly, it had always been from afar.
Curiosity got the better of me, so I shuffled down slightly, so I was face to face with a sleeping Logan. I gently lifted his sleeve all the way up, careful not to wake him up.
It was a huge tattoo. Starting from the top of his right shoulder and running all the way down his arm until it reached his wrist.
I'd never been a big fan of tattoo's. I didn't really understand the motive behind them.
Why would you want to put something on your body permanently. Like, how could you be sure that you would like it still in thirty years time?
Plus when your seventy with wrinkles and a drooping tattoo, I don't think you are going to feel to happy about your previous decision.
But, this tattoo was mind blowing. At the top of his arm where detailed shaded clouds that shot out lightning.
In the middle of the dark clouds was an angel parting the darkness, holding on to a ball of light smiling. There was rosemary beads twisting round his arm to the bottom of his wrist where a delicate cross hung neatly and doves flew in between the gaps.
It was an amazing piece of ink. It was really dark and edgy, and I was almost certain that there was a hidden meaning or a story behind it.
If I was to ever get a tattoo; then it would have to be something as amazing as his.
I couldn't help but reach out and trace the spiralling ink. Thank heavens Logan was a heavy sleeper because I didn't really fancy looking like a possessed stalker.
"Well this looks cosy." Renee smirked as she fell through the front door, her hands full with shopping bags, causing me to jump out of my skin and frown.
I slipped out from underneath Logan and replaced my body with a cushion. I stood up and joined Harper who had walked over to the kitchen, rolling my eyes at Renee in the way.
"How was your day?" I asked as I jumped up on a bar stool.
"It was good, we went shopping. Renee over did it as usual. Wasn't the same without you." Harper held her heart dramatically.
"So you and Logan huh." Renee asked as she joined us, wiggling her eyebrows.
"You're delusional, you know that right? We fell asleep, sorry to disappoint you Cupid." I said bluntly.
Renee was really starting to annoy me with this Logan business. She was trying so hard to play Cupid and it was irritating.
"Why can't a girl and guy be just friends? Leave the girl alone." Harper said as she packed away the shopping she'd bought.
"Because my friends, a girl and guy can just be friends, your right. But at some point down the line, they'll fall in love, it's inevitable." Renee replied casually.
"Someone's been watching to many Nicholas Spark movies." I laughed.
"No, someone's been watching the way Logan looks at you. And I mean a sleep over under the stars, like you would do that with someone who is and I quote 'just a friend'. You need to wake up and smell the coffee my dear." She stated.
"There is no way that I'm siding with Renee, but she does have a slight point. That was kind of romantic." Harper said with a guilty look on her face.
"Great, now there's two of you planning my wedding. Wonderful." I said as I rolled my eyes.
"Sooner or later your gonna have to fall in love with someone. And I think Logan would be a great person to do that with." Harper smiled.
"Your both crazy." I sighed.
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The doctor came over later that night to take my dreadful drip out, hooray!
But of corse I wasn't entirely free. He'd said I had responded well the the antibiotics, meaning I only had one more day on house arrest but still had to finish my course of drugs.
I was now seven in the evening and Renee, Harper and I was sat at the breakfast bar whilst Logan cooked us dinner.
I watched him as he swirled round the kitchen effortlessly, plopping different vegetables into a pot for the soup, earning a smug look from Renee.
"What did you do today?" Logan asked Harper and Renee as he turned the gas up on the cooker and sat down next to me, his shoulder skimming my arm causing it to heat up with the light contact.
"We went shopping and then had lunch with a group of friends we met when you was at school and they suggested we have a goodbye party!" Harper said.
"Sounds good. Tomorrows my last day on house arrest. So I was thinking we could have a movie marathon. And I wanted to invite Jordan over, I haven't seen her since my first day of school." I replied, earning a nod of approval from Logan.
"Who's Jordan?" Renee asked as she pulled out some bowls and started to lay the table.
"Do you ever listen? I was that girl Rhi got partnered with when she started, dumb arse." Harper giggled as she jumped up and started to help Renee.
"Oh yeah, I remembered her. She sounded hot." Renee grinned as she placed four bowls on the table next to the spoons Harper had laid.
Logan, who was quite up until now choked at Renee's comment.
"Your gay!?" He asked her, causing us too all roll our eyes.
"No I'm not gay, I'm bisexual." She grinned confidently.
"Or greedy." Harper added.
"Now that, is hot!" Logan smiled.
"Your a perv, you know that?" I laughed as I jumped up and served the soup.
The four of us sat and the table and tucked in. The only sound was coming from the radio that was slowly drifting through the air.
"A guy who can cook, I'm impressed. If Rhiannon don't marry you then I certainly will." Renee said between chewing bread.
Her comment caused me to start choking on my soup. I gave her the deadliest death glare I'd ever given anyone in my life and booted her underneath the table.
"You don't give up, do you?" I spat, I was really starting to get annoyed with her now.
"I'm joking. God, calm down defensive." She said, rolling her eyes.
This was probably going to be the longest night of my life.