Olivia's POV
I entered Logan's apartment, my heart racing with anticipation and guilt. As soon as we crossed the threshold, the familiar scent of his cologne and something distinctly Logan hit me.
"Home sweet home," Logan announced, flicking on the lights. "You know, I should clean up more often when I know I'm having company."
I glanced around, noticing a few stray socks and an empty pizza box on the coffee table.
"You call this a mess?" I teased, kicking one of the socks out of my path. "This is practically spotless compared to my place."
"I should start charging you for housekeeping tips."
"Keep dreaming," I shot back, plopping down on the couch and stretching my legs out. "You wouldn't survive one day in my world of organized chaos."
He smirked and joined me, pulling me close. "I'd make it through just fine as long as you're there."