"Son of a . . ." Jean sighed as she realized that she had forgotten to bring a towel into the bathroom with her. Her red hair dripped, and she shivered. "Ororo?" She called. She didn't get an answer. "Amara? Rouge? Anyone?"
"Jeannie?" Someone knocked on the bathroom door. "Everything alright in there?"
"Logan!" She said. "Um, no. . . I forgot a towel."
She knew he was smiling to himself.
"Oh, yeah? Huh."
"Logan," Jean sighed.
She could tell Logan was rolling his eyes, and heard him leave. A moment later he came back. "I'm coming in."
Jean covered herself with the shower curtain as she unlocked the door with her mind. Logan entered the steamy room, and Jean took an intake of breath. Her heart always sped up when she saw Logan right after he had been meditating. Shirtless, calm, and relaxed, there wasn't much more of a turn on for her. And to her complete anger, she knew Logan could sense it, too.
He tossed her the towel and she wrapped it around herself. "Thanks," she mumbled, sliding past him into the hallway and into her bedroom. Logan followed and leaned up against the wall.
"You okay, Jeannie?" He asked.
"Yeah, fine," she said, a little flustered as she threw some clothes onto the bed. "I just. . ." She sighed and shook her head. "I'm mentally exhausted."
"I can tell," Logan said, pushing himself of the wall and approaching her. "You've been off for a few weeks, Jeannie. Can't concentrate on my job when you're worrying me so much," he said, putting his hands of her shoulders.
She sighed and looked into his eyes. "I don't know what's wrong with me," she confessed.
"You don't have enough time for yourself," Logan said, stroking her shoulder with his thumb. "You need to relax, Jean. Take a vacation."
"I can't," she protested. "The students-"
"Will be fine with Storm," Logan finished. "Come on, Jeannie. Let's run away."
Jean smiled a little to herself, then nodded. "Alright, Logan. One day."
He grinned at her and kissed her forehead. "I'll meet you downstairs."