OY

two spaces, one bed. y/n vows to hate john logan forever—mostly because he parks like a total menace. but also because he exists. logan feels the exact opposite. he is hopelessly, miserably in love with her, enduring her dramatic scoffs and aggressive flirting with other guys while keeping his mouth shut. but when a chaotic cape cod halloween party fills every room in the house, they are left with exactly one remaining mattress. lines are blurred, depth perception is questioned, and dealing with each other might just become a very bad habit. “i bite my tongue, it’s a bad habit. kinda mad that i didn’t take a stab at it.”