I wake up to the feeling of a sharp pinch in my arm. At first I wonder if it's another vision, but the pain feels too sharp for that to be the case. I open my eyes and see the world going up and down at an alarming rate. I flip my head round and see Logan - red face, clenched teeth, pounding heart, extended claws. 'Logan!' I call for him, trying to pull him out of whatever nightmare he's caught up in. I shake his arm, but nothing seems to be working. 'Logan!' I call again, moving my body so that I'm straddling him, holding him in place with my thighs. 'No!' He yells and I call again, this time I get through. His eyes spring open and he stares at me, breathing heavily.
'It's okay,' I hush, 'it was only a dream.' I rub his arms as his heartrate steadies. Eventually he's able to hold my eye and I stop rubbing. Instead, I link a hand around the back of his neck and pull him to me, wrapping him in the most comforting hug I can muster, even if my arms aren't quite long enough to reach fully around him. 'I'm sorry' he says at last, linking his arms around my waist.
'You have nothing to be sorry for.' I say, moving a hand up into his hair. He turns his head to the side and gasps, pulling away.
At first I'm confused, and follow his eyeline. He's staring at the trickle of blood falling from my right arm out of three, long claw marks.
'Jesus' he says, as if the word belongs in a sigh, with a sickly expression on his face.
'Its just a scratch I say, wiping away the blood, no more forms to take its place, but to Logan that seems of little comfort.
'What if it hadn't been your arm.' He says in a monotone voice, 'What if I'd got your chest or your face.'
'You didn't' I respond quickly.
'I could have!' He yells. We're silent for a moment. I lift my hand to his cheek and force him to look at me.
'You didn't.' I say calmly, rubbing his cheek with my thumb.
He doesn't look away. Instead, he replaces his hands around my waist and pulls me closer. His lips meet mine in a spark of electricity, running through me like a current. At first its soft, but soon the animal is back deepening the kiss. It doesn't last long, but it's a moment of complete ecstasy.
'Come on,' he says breathless, 'let's get you to bed.'
He doesn't kiss me again, just a long hug, another apology and he's gone. I get into my room and have to lean on the door for a moment to collect my thoughts. Eventually, I gather the presence of mind to move to the bed, crawling under the covers in whatever I'd been wearing.
I fall into a blissful sleep replaying the image of the kiss again and again. I'm so caught up, that I block out the visions, and I never see the masked man coming.