Logan woke up alone in his bed, with a note from Remy sitting on his pillow.
Love you.
That was all it said, but Logan smiled, because if it was to say anything, that would be best. Logan folded it and slid it inside her wallet, which lied on the table next to his bed. He got up, got dressed, and headed down to breakfast.
He was happy he had a corner room, meaning only one person slept in a room next to his, and that person was Rogue. He sat down next to her, his plate filled up with pancakes.
"I already made sure nobody knows," she whispered across the table.
"About?" he asked, trying to play clueless. Rogue sighed, "Your house guest last night. I believe his name is Gambit?"
"How do you-"
"Caught him sneaking out this morning," Rogue answered, "He really loves you."
"So he says," Logan said, "You didn't tell any-"
"No, I didn't. But the Prof probably knows by now."
"Great," Logan groaned.
Rogue stood up, "Oh and he left this for you." She set a piece of folded paper on the table before turning and leaving.
Logan picked it up and opened it.
Meet me, tonight, at ten.
I'll bring wine.
And wear jeans. They compliment your ass.
Logan smiled.
He did look good in jeans…