Ex’s And Oh’s 3. Ex’s And Oh’s I wake up on Monday morning in Logan’s bed, my phone alarm ringing loudly on the bedside table next to him. I roll over him to turn it off. Funny, I don’t remember setting it, nor can I recall actually getting into bed last night. Yesterday evening is a total blur in my memory. I know eventually we left the picturesque lookout, and once back at the hotel we packed hastily and were driven to Nice International Airport. Our flight was quick and Logan used his make out tactic to distract me during takeoff, but I cannot recall landing at all. And now, here I am… Beneath me Logan rouses, his arms wrapping around me, keeping me in place over him. I stay readily, watching him wake up with a smile on my face. When his eyes finally open he smiles back at me. “Good mornin’,” he grumbles. “I think I’ve learnt to teleport,” I tell him. He laughs, and it’s a beautiful sound to hear first thing in the morning. Knowing what I’m referring to, he says, “That’s not how you got to bed last night.”
