I waited around until she was done, which surprisingly didn't drag on as much as I thought it would. She didn't argue when I told her I was staying, and no guys attempted to hit on her, so it was a win/win for me.

 She was silent the drive home, and when I pulled up to the curb; I realized it was because she'd fallen asleep.

 I nudged her, "We're home."

 She started to blink, those big blue eyes trying to focus. When they finally did, they landed right on me. "I was so tired," she whispered, her voice scratchy.

 "You want me to carry you in?"

 She laughed through a yawn. "No, I'm okay." Her eyes started to close again.

 "Amanda?"

 "Yeah, Logan?"

 "I really am sorry." Her eyes snapped open and fixed on mine. We sat there, staring at each other for so long, neither making a move to get out. I continued, "Last night...the things you said-"

 "I can't," She shook her head. "I can't talk about this with you. Not now. Not yet. Okay?"

 "Okay."

 She moved to open her door and was halfway out when she turned to me, "Are you not coming in?"

 "I uh, I don't have a bed. I was just gonna crash at Cam and Dylan's dorm," I finished on a yawn. I removed my cap, threw it in the back seat, and shook my hair out, trying to wake up.

 "Oh yeah," she said, like she'd just remembered. "Wait. You drove me to work, stayed through my six hour shift, drove me home, and now you're basically driving back there to crash?"

 I nodded

 "That's stupid." She turned to face me. "I have one of those pullout beds under mine. You can uh...you can sleep there. I'll swap rooms with Ethan or something..." she trailed off.

 I looked into the house; it was pitch black. "He's probably sleeping, don't wake him, it's fine. Honestly, Amanda." Another yawn broke through.

 "You're too tired to drive." Her eyes met mine, before looking away. "Anyway, we're both mature adults. I'm sure we can stay in the same room without killing each other, right?"

 I smiled at her. "Right."

 ***

 She made up my bed and went to the bathroom. We hadn't said a word to each other since we came in. I stood in her room awkwardly and waited until she came back.

 She'd changed into a high school football jersey; it was three or four sizes too big. I automatically wondered who it belonged to.

 She got into her bed and pulled the covers over her. She avoided looking at me.

 "Are you getting into bed?" she whispered.

 I didn't answer right away, because all I could think about was getting in there with her.

 "Logan?"

 "Huh?" I shook my head to clear my thoughts. "Yeah. Sorry."

 She giggled.

 I shrugged out of my jeans and pulled my shirt off.

 She stopped giggling immediately. Her eyes huge, staring at my body.

 "Busted!" I whispered.

 She gasped. "Get in your bed so I can turned the light off, Asshole."

 "I totally caught you eye-licking me."

 "Shut up!" she said, but she was smiling, too.

 I started to get into the bed, which was practically on the floor. "You totally want me." I smiled to myself.

 "Correction, Logan," she said quietly, her tone serious. "I totally did want you. A long, long time ago."

 What the hell do you say to that? I stayed silent, until I realized my entire body was shivering from the cold and the blanket she gave me didn't even cover half of it.

 "I'm cold." I huffed out.

 "Well, that explains your size misfortune." She chuckled.

 I could't help but laugh.

 "Seriously, turn the light on. I need to fix this poor excuse of a blanket you gave me." We were both whispering, giggling quietly.

 She turned the light on and I looked down at myself.

 She cracked up laughing.

 "You want to explain to me why I'm sleeping under a Hello Kitty blanket made for an infant?"

 She laughed harder, rolling around in her bed. She manages to stop, only to look down at me, and laughed again.

 "This isn't funny!" I tried to keep a straight face, but her laugh was so infectious. "Look!" I motioned my head to the blanket on my chest. I pulled it up to my neck, and it ended just below my boxers. I pulled it down past my feet, it ended just above them. I did this a few times, because each time I do it, she laughs harder.

 She finally calmed herself down enough to speak, "It's all I had." She laughed into her pillow.

 I came to a stand and looked around the room.

 She was still laughing.

 "There's probably something in my car I can use. Anything has to be better than a Hello Kitty rag." I picked up my jeans and went through my pockets, looking for my keys.

 "Don't be stupid," she said, still giggling. She lifted one side of the covers and motioned for me to get in. "Don't get any ideas. And don't touch me. Like, at all."

 I smiled huge, and got into bed with her.

 "I mean it. Don't touch me," she said, scooting to the other side of the bed.

 "Okay," I returned, moving closer in and spooning her.

 She didn't stop me.

 And that's how we fell asleep, with her back against my chest, and my arms wrapped around her around her.

SIXTEEN

 Logan

 "Dimmy!"

 I got pushed out of a warm bed and onto the floor, landing with a thud, which fucking hurt.

 When I opened my eyes, she was leaning over the bed, looking down at me. Her eyes were wide, her hand covering her laugh.

 "Dimmy!" Ethan called again.

 It was morning.

 "Yeah!" she replied, her index finger over her lips telling me to be quiet. Like I could freaking talk over the pain searing through my body right now. "I'm getting ready for class, you have the day off, yeah? You don't need a ride?"

 "Yeah, I'm good," she yelled back, containing in her laugh.

 "Have you seen Logan? He didn't come home last night. I hope you didn't freak him out and he changed his mind."

 "Who cares!" she yelled, smiling right at me. "Fuck him. He's an asshole!"

 I shook my head at her, and then pulled her by her jersey until she landed on top of me.

 "You're so mean," I whispered in her ear, then started tickling her sides.

 She squealed and started squirming, trying to get out of my hold.

 Then we both froze abruptly, because I was hard, and she could feel it.

 "Get dressed, climb out the window, and then knock on the front door."

 Then she was off me and walking out of the room.

 Climb out the fucking window? What am I? Fourteen?

 I did it anyway, because like I said; my balls—her pockets.