Autumn
We made it back to Logans in less than 15 minutes. His house was simple. A small white and tan Craftsman with a large garage. When he killed the ignition he hopped off and took me by the hand. By the time we made it to the front door we were already entangled with each other.
We stumbled through the door and into the living room. It was dark with only a small lamp on in the corner. Logan kicked the door shut with his foot behind him. His lips or hands never leaving me. He yanked off his jacket and threw it onto the stairs behind us and pulled mine off as we moved into the living room. We giggled as he nearly tripped over a scooter that had been left by the wall. He kicked off his boots And then scooped me up and tossed me over the back of the couch. I landed on the cushions and he
