So…another night spent with Logan- I can't even recall the nights when I don't end up in Logan's bed. And no, I don't always end here because of sex- I end up here because he takes care of me and doesn't want me driving home late at night. Maybe he loves me and that's why he makes me stay. All I know is that I don't think I could stand waking up without him next to me.

I shall have to experiment one night, waking up with him not next to me or snuggled up into his chest. Then I will truly know if I can bear being alone again- that is if he ever tries to hurt me.

But, to be honest, I don't think Logan would ever intentionally hurt me- I mean we've been together like a year now, so it seems like everything is right.

"Rory," he cooed in my ear as I wrote down my thoughts.

"Unhuh," I reply jotting down some more.

"I have to tell you something. Something I've never told a girl and meant it before," he was now fidgeting with his fingers. Logan never fidgeted. He had my full attention now as I shut the notebook and dropped the pen.

"Go ahead," I pushed and waited as he wrapped his arm around me softly.

"I know we've been dating for a while now, and this has been something I've wanted to say for some time now," he began and I waited patiently for what I hoped was 'I love you'.

"Yes, we have. It's been a great year," I commented and waited for him to continue.

"And, I'm not going to beat around the bush another minute. Rory Leigh Gilmore- I love you!" he exclaimed. My only response was to kiss him hard and square in the mouth. A few moments later I pulled away lacking breath.

"Logan, I have something to tell you too," I said quietly and looked deep into his honey coloured eyes.

"I love you," I whispered in his ear.

He stops what he's doing, looks up at me and smiles that smile that could melt a frackin ice burg. I smile back of course and slink down into the crook of his half dressed body. He pulls me tightly to him and we lay like this for a while. I put down my book and shut off the light- snuggle time with Logan is the best time. He holds me even tighter as if he's afraid I'll leave him or something.

"Logan, I think the death grip you have on me is well… a little too lethal!" I laughed lightly as he loosened his arms only slightly.

"I just don't ever want to let you go Rory- how could I?"

"I'm never going to leave you- you do realize that," I looked into his eyes again- the only time he's ever looked vulnerable and it was this exact moment.

"I know Ror, I just want to make sure I have you and that you're not just some dream."

"I'll never be a dream to you. And you'll never be a dream to me. You are my reality, my life. I can't wake up without Logan, I love you too much," I pressed my lips to his innocently, but he shot back with a streak of passion that was reminiscent of the first time we kissed. Actually every time we kissed felt like the first- but this was one of those "I'll die without you" kisses that you only have in your dreams.

This kiss of course led to other things- a night of passionate sex that was totally wild and carefree. It was heated and perfect almost as if it would never come again. I guess that when you love someone, this is what it feels like- passion, heat, longing.

All I know is that without Logan I'm incomplete and I don't ever want to be that way.

The End

A/n: What's you think?