"I'm never drinking again," Logan moans, stretching her body and waking me up.

I peel my eyes open but quickly shut them again as the morning sun pours into my bedroom window, blinding me. I'm still in the position I fell asleep in last night with my head on Logan's stomach, my arms wrapped around her waist, and the rest of my body between her bare legs.

I couldn't be more comfortable.

"Yeah, I'm sure you'll go all of Thanksgiving weekend without drinking with Mary," I sarcastically say with my hoarse voice and dry mouth.

"Besides that. I can't say no to Mary," Logan says as her hands find my hair, gently stroking it and lightly scratching my scalp.

"Mmm, hi, baby," I say as I close my eyes again from Logan's gentle touch. "I put some Advil and water on the nightstand for you last night."

"Eli James, you're an absolute angel," she tells me as the corners of my lips turn up. "But any chance you have Tylenol instead? I can't take Advil."

I turn my head and lean my chin on Logan's stomach to look up at her. "Why can't you have Advil?" I ask.

"It gets filtered through your kidneys, and since I only have one now, I just have to be careful. Tylenol goes through your liver," she casually says.

"Oh. I had no idea," I tell her as I peel myself off of her body to dig through my nightstand. I find a bottle of Tylenol as I take a seat on the side of the bed and get two pills out for her.

Logan sits up with her back against my headboard as she downs the painkiller with some water to help with her hangover.

"Does only having one kidney affect any other part of your life?" I ask Logan with a bit of concern as I run my hand over her bare thigh.

"No, not really. I just have to be sure I live a healthy lifestyle. Which I normally do, when I'm not drunkenly eating fries in my boyfriend's bed at two AM," she says with a laugh, causing me to join in.

"But like health-wise, down the road, you don't need to worry about anything?" I ask, needing the reassurance.

She shakes her head.

"What about kids? Will it affect you being able to have them?" I ask her, which surprises even me that I would bring this up. I don't want kids anytime soon, and I've never even thought about them until Ali brought up how cute our babies would be. Still, it would be ironically heartbreaking if the thing that Logan did to try to save her mom would prevent her from becoming one.

"No, it wouldn't affect that," she quickly says, washing me with relief for her.

She leans forward in the space between us and wraps her arms around my shoulders. "Morning," she says with a cute little smile.

"Morning, baby," I say only an inch from her mouth as I slide my hand up her bare thigh and under my shirt she slept in, feeling the warmth of her silky skin in my palm as my lips find hers.

"How's my little party animal feeling?" I ask as I climb into bed with her, tucking us both under the covers as we face one another.

"Hungover," she says with a grimace, causing me to chuckle.

"Did you have fun, though?" I ask as I dip my hand under her shirt and graze my fingertips along her back.

"Mmm-hmm," she hums with a satisfied smile. "Did you?"

"I had a blast."

"What was your favorite part of the night?" She asks as she runs her hand through my messy shaggy hair.


"Besides you blowing me?" I question with a cocky smile, causing her to playfully swat my chest in embarrassment.

"I did enjoy seeing you get all sassy and stand up for yourself last night, but I would have to say my favorite part was definitely eating fries in my bed and laughing my ass off with you for a solid hour," I tell her with a chuckle. "I haven't laughed like that in a long time," I add.

Last night when we came upstairs, Logan changed into one of my hockey tees, and I threw on a pair of sweats, getting comfortable on the bed while we scarfed down some fast food and talked for well over an hour. We couldn't stop laughing with each other, and at one point, we were both in tears from the uncontrollable giggles.

Once again, I was reminded that not only am I totally in love with my smoking hot girlfriend, but also that she's my absolute favorite person to hang out with.

"That was your favorite part?" Logan gently asks, her eyes and smile getting all soft.

"Of course it was," I reassure her. "I love spending time with you."

I don't know if it's the sweet, genuine smile Logan has from my words or what that causes me to continue, but I do.

"You're my best friend," I tell her, feeling kinda silly admitting it. But it's true. I could spend every waking moment with this girl and still not have enough time with her.

Logan's green eyes go wide then soft as she looks at me. "You're my best friend too, Eli," she says.

I take a moment to bask in her words before getting playful and giving her shit. "I'm telling Marc!" I quickly say in excitement.

I sit up in bed with my back against my headboard. "Marc!" I yell towards the closed door.

"Shut up!" Logan says with a laugh, trying to cover my mouth with her hand, but I quickly pull it away from me.

"Marc! I gotta tell you something!" I yell again in amusement.

Logan frantically crawls over to me and straddles my lap as she puts her hand more firmly over my mouth. "You're such an asshole!" She says, unable to control her laughter.

"Marc!" I mumble into Logan's hand.

"You're the worst," Logan adds with a smile and another giggle, keeping her hand over my mouth. My eyes shine with amusement as I look at the happy girl in my lap.

"Can I tell you something?" She asks, changing the subject.

I nod my head, unable to speak because Logan's hand is still covering my mouth.

She hesitates for a moment, her eyes quickly darting between mine.

"I love you," she tells me, catching me off guard.1

Holy Shit.