LOGAN'S POV

The ride from the pub to what has been our home for a year felt like an eternity. The sky opened and there was a slight drizzle as I followed the taillight of the purple motorcycle with some distance. The sun was hidden and the fog was setting on the rolling hills.

When I finally pulled up the driveway, her bike was already off and abandoned. The foyer light was on. Not sure of what I'd do, I walked through the front door and snapped it shut. She could have been making a joke. She liked to tease.

Leah was taking off her helmet and turned to look at me. I was already there, hand behind her head. My other arm wrapped around her waist and I pulled her into the long awaited kiss I had been dying to give her.

When I pulled away, I looked down at her. Her cheeks had reddened, her lips swollen and her eyes shut. My heart stopped, wondering if I had made the biggest mistake in our friendship. But her eyes opened hazily and she regarded me in a way she never had. It was as if she looked relieved but there was a glint of a dark mischievousness in her eyes.

She smirked and pulled me closer into another kiss. I managed a strained "Ohthankgod!" before my lips crashed against hers.

I hoisted her legs up around my waist and carried her to the closest bedroom, never breaking our contact. She had me.

I sat with my back against the headboard, running my fingers through her blond hair. She was snoozing quietly on my lap and I was content with letting her rest.

I looked over at the clock. It was close to three in the morning. So it should be only ten at Xavier's. I grabbed the cordless phone and dialed. It rang a few times before hitting a voicemail. "Leave a message." Was all I heard in the calm, female voice. It beeped and I sucked in a breath. "Kid, it's me. I'll call back in five minutes. You better pick it up this time."

I hung up the phone, irritated. Leah stirred softly and I froze, not wanting to wake her but she ended up snuggling into my stomach and her nearly inaudible snoring resumed. I breathed a sigh of relief as the phone rang.

I picked it up quickly. "Hey."

"Logan. Isn't it like three over there?" Laura X asked me.

"Yeah. Couldn't sleep."

"So you decide when you're randomly bored or can't sleep to call me?"

I sighed. "Listen, kid. It's been a tough year."

"Oh yeah." Came the sarcastic reply. "I'm sure putzing around Ireland with a hot chick for a year is really tough."

"You'd be surprised when you're in love with said 'hot chick' and can't do anything about it."

"I'm sure you haven't."

"Actually…"

There was a pause. "Logan. Did you and Leah…"

"Yes."

Another pause. "Well?"

"Well what?"

"How was it?"

I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at it for a moment before returning it. "Why on Earth would I tell you? That's just weird, Laura."

"I'm just curious. She's cute." She replied nonchalantly. "And besides, she hits on me every time I see her."

"That's because you look like me and you have boobs. That's a dream come true for her."

"Well, I'm not complaining."

"Don't do that."

She chuckled softly. "Afraid I'll whisk your girl away from you?"

"Laura." I said seriously.

"Fine. I'm assuming you want to know what I think. Well I think you should go to sleep and relax. Enjoy the fact that she's near you. I really can't help you on this front."

I sighed. "I know. I just needed to talk to someone about it."

"Or someone to gloat to." She said.

"Oh shut up."

"She is pretty hot."

"Bye, kid."

"Bye."

Click.

I stared down at the sleeping Leah and knew that Laura was right. I should get some sleep. I could hash this out in the morning.

I woke up in the late morning, stretching. I felt great; refreshed, actually. I looked over to where Leah should have been and my heart sank. She wasn't there. Was it a dream?