The man who won’t stop spoiling me in large and small ways. I love it. But not as much as I love the kissing. Oh, the kissing. Logan and I have superseded my history of terrible almost kisses by extensive hours (and hours) of making new memories in their place. Especially on his new couch, which gives Fancy Chair a run for its money in terms of comfort. It’s some kind of lush microfiber that’s exactly the right mix of supportive and soft. I’m not saying it’s one of Logan’s best qualities … but it definitely doesn’t hurt.
