On the tenth day of Ben-mas Stephanie gave to me - Logan and @delos-mio at an ugly christmas sweater partayyyy.
I adore the idea of Logan attending an ugly sweater party! Thank you for the amazing combo, Lex! I hope you lovelies enjoy it, especially you lovely ā¤ļø
āDo we have to go? Ā I look ridiculous in this thing.ā
Maybe it was why you wanted to do this. Ā Logan had always been one of those creatures that wanted the best, exceptionally dressed and always ready for what life threw at him - or so he wanted people to think. Ā You knew different. Knew that his life wasnāt all it was cracked up to be, with a Father that only thought of what the world could do for him, and a Mother that had taken her own life. Ā
A smile was smoothly etched against your lips, fingers plucking at the material as you glanced up at him.
āYou promised me. Ā Remember? You owe me. Ā Now get your hot ass in the car.ā
With a smirk, and a smack on the butt he started to make his way toward the jacket closet, only to retrieve the keys from the hook.
āI love it when you talk about my ass.ā
The conversation was nothing more than a memory the moment the two of you made it to your friendās home. Ā Losing yourself in the conversation, you noted how you were left to your own devices among your friends. Every so often you would glance off, finding the eyes of a darkened brown and finding yourself fighting off the urge to excuse yourself. Ā Thankfully he beat you to it.
āIf youāll excuse us.ā
There was no question. Ā There never was with Logan Delos. Ā He was a commanding man, demanding attention wherever he went without fail. Ā Something that came quite the power couple when it came to the two of you. While you didnāt question the reason that he drew you away. Ā The reason that the music was fading, the lights twinkling away as you moved from the home and under an archway twinkling with lights.
The air was crisp, a defining difference from the warmth of the home, and yet you felt warm. Ā Not from the edge of the alcohol, or the fact that the heat was cranked up to compensate for the chilly weather.
The words started only to be silenced by a finger, a smirk approached the corners of his lips; his long limbs stepping closer to you.
āLex ⦠i just want to thank you for making me come.ā
With his words, his hands were reaching out to capture yours, his eyes taking in the intertwining of fingers with a dazzling smile and wanting eyes.
āComing here made me realize that Iām the best looking asshole in these ugly sweaters.ā
A laugh escaped your lips, wringing a hand from his own to swat against his arm regardless if you knew the information to be a true statement.
āYou think so? Ā Iād hate to make your head any better than it already is.ā
āYouāre right. Ā It is unnaturally bigger, isnāt it?ā
Laughing once more, youāre head shook before he was pulling you in closer under the beaming moon, and the twinkling stars overhead.
āLogan ... just kiss me.ā
With that he was smiling, your own smile braced against his lips as you two shared a kiss. Ā Happy that you had won a bet, regardless of if it was at the hands of a drunk girl practically eating concrete.