《 Logan Howlett 》 Imagines

Taking Logan's motorcycle out for a 'short ride'

'When you said 'short ride', I presumed the Motorcycle would come back in one piece, Y/n."

I grinned sheepishly. Right now, Logan and I were standing in front a his motorcycle. That was now crushed, broken and sitting in flames.

"Well, in my defense," I said, trying to ignore the hissing noises now coming from the demolished Bike. "I was paying attention to the road this time. All this sort of... happened."

Logan crossed his arms. "Sort of happened? And what do you mean you were paying attention to the road this time?"

"Uh, nothing," I spurted out, trying to find a way out of this conversation.

Logan chuckled, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. "You're lucky that I love you, Y/n."