"Logan, get in here!" I whined, my arms stretched out.
"It won't fit!"
"Yes, it will. Just come here!"
Logan sighed, "Fine."
I cheered a little as I lifted the blanket up. "Come in, come in. " I sang happily.
Logan lied down and held on to me for dear life. I shifted, making him squeal and hold onto me even tighter, which I didn't think was even possible. "Kendall! It doesn't fit! I'm gonna fall!"
"God, you're such a drama queen!" I giggled. "You'll be fine okay, I'm here, and my butt is hanging over the edge, you have enough space over there. And do you really think I would let you fall?"
"Hold me tighter." He whispered.
I moved my hands and pulled every part of him towards my body while he adjusted his arms too; We couldn't be closer if we tried.
"You better?" I asked.
"Yeah, thank you." He sighed into my neck.
I got a smile on my face as I thought of a way to mess with my boyfriend a little. I started to rock us back and forth.
Surprisingly he didn't freak out at all: he started to giggle and even wiggle along. He made me smile and giggle too, and soon we were both giggling and laughing uncontrollably as we clung to each other and rolled from one side of the bed to the other.
"You were right, Kenny; Single beds are fun! Much more fun than I thought."
The end.