-Khloe Anderson-
I dug my hand into the bowl of popcorn and a few fell unto Logan's laps. Trying my best to ignore my actions and the smirk which appeared on his face as his eyes are glued to the TV, I dug right back into the bowl.
"I think you should clean up your mess," I hear him say a moment later, and the bowl is pushed away, giving me no access to the salty snack. I chose to ignore him, making myself comfortable and returning my gaze to the television as we watched a movie.
When the popcorn I'd been holding on to finished and the urge to have more grew to unimaginable bounds, I felt like the universe had betrayed me. I'd have to reach over him to get to the bowl. It wasn't the thought of taking the popcorn that scared me the most. It was the fact that Logan knew what could possibl
