Opposites

Chapter 18

logan

"Good morning." Tyler whispered. "Good morning." I mumbled. He wrapped his arms around my back, shivering more once he cold air hit his back from the air conditioner. I rubbed his back, kissing the top of his head. He moved his body closer to mine the best he could to find my warmth. I smiled, holding him close. He relaxed into my body, sighing in relief. Eventually, he fell back asleep. I played with his hair till I grew tired, falling asleep myself.

"Baby, wake up." He mumbled, kissing my neck. I mumbled something into his shoulder, trying to go back asleep. "What was that?" He asked. "I said, let me go back to sleep." I responded.
"No, we have to get up."
"You look excited this morning."
He hit my shoulder then whined as it started to pain him. I looked at him, "Want me to fix it?" He nodded. I sat in between his legs, placing my hands on his thighs as I lowered my head, taking in his member. He bit his lip as I slowly started to move back and forth. Not long after he became a moaning mess, he came. I swallowed it then laid down on top of him. He kissed my forehead, running his hands down my back.

"What do you want to do today?" He asked. I shrugged, "Stay here and occasionally make out." He smirked and kissed my nose. I got off of him and put on my boxers, throwing Tyler his. He put them on and got up, lazily shuffling over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I put on my sweatpants, then turned around, picking him up. Suddenly, my phone rang.

I picked it up, "Hello?" "Hello. Is this Logan Paul?" The woman asked.
"This is he."
"We need you to come to the hospital. There's a man claiming to be your mother's husband and your father. We've tried everything to make him leave so we can give Rose her medicine, but he's only thrown out everyone."
"Was anyone injured?"
"One doctor was stabbed with a syringe, but he's being treated. I don't know if this may help, but his eyes were orange."
"I'll be there in 10. Keep everyone out of the room."
"We'll do what we can, Mister Paul."
I growled more domestically than ever, putting my phone in my pocket.

Tyler caressed my cheek, "What is it?" "Ryan's there and he won't leave." I responded. He nodded, getting down. We both threw on our clothes, then headed downstairs. I grabbed my keys, going to the car. He got in as I did then started the car, driving to the hospital. He snuck a few glances as my jaw tightened and my grip on the steering wheel almost broke the wheel. Tyler slowly took my hand, intertwining our fingers. My eyes narrowed to the road as I drove not trying to lose focus.

"Logan!" Tyler practically screamed in my ear. I jumped a little startled at his voice then wincing a little in fear. "Pull over." He demanded. I did as he said and he got out, coming to my side. "Move." He spoke. I moved over to the passenger side and slumped down in the seat. He started the car, grabbing my hand, "You're in no condition to drive if you can't even hear me talk to you." I closed my eyes running my free hand over my face. "I love you, okay? Everything's going to be fine, Logan. Just please don't start to stress yourself out while you drive. It scares me to death when you do that." He explained, kissing my hand.

I intertwined our fingers, resting my arm over my eyes. He rubbed his thumb in circles on mine, softly singing to keep me calm. Once we got there, he leaned over, pursuing his lips. I removed my arm and put it around his neck, kissing him. He kissed back, cupping my face. I pulled him into my lap, savoring the kiss. He hummed against my lips softly. I pulled away, smiling up at him. He smiled then got out. I got out and started to head inside. "If I don't make it out. Just know that you're the best thing that happened to my life. I love you, Tyler." I spoke, kissing his hand. "Don't say that, baby." He responded, grabbing my hand. We walked inside up to the receptionist.

"Name?" The receptionist asked. "Paul. Rose Paul." I responded. "Floor 4. Room 456." We headed up the elevator, going to the room, seeing a group of nurses and doctors in and around the room. I walked into the room, seeing syringes lodged all down my father's arms. His eyes glowed orange as he found my golden ones.