That night, I laid in my bed, staring at the ceiling counting the little dots trying to bore myself to sleep, but it wasn't working. A storm was brewing outside so I stood out of my bed and walked over to the glass doors and opened them up. The curtain blew inwards licking my skin softly. I grinned at the softness of the fabric then stepped out on my balcony. I took a deep breath of the stormy night air and leaned my elbows on the banister.
I heard my bedroom door open slowly and someone step in. Just by the way the footsteps sounded I knew it was Logan. He walked onto the banister with me. He stood behind me wrapping his arms around me tightly. We stood there in silence watching the sky flash with lightning in the distance.
"You're different, do you know that?" I asked looking up at him. He looked down at me with a grin. I reached up and traced my fingers around his lips. He closed his eyes enjoying the sensation. "He looked just like you," I whispered. He opened saddened eyes to me. He pressed his lips to mine gently.
We looked out over the landscape again waiting for the storm to hit. The breeze turned into gusts before we decided to go back in. I sat on my bed turning on the bedside lamp and opened the drawer pulling out some paper and a pencil. I began to sketch something on the paper. Logan sat there patiently watching me as a drew the picture. My eyes flitted across the page along with the pencil. I used my finger to smudge some of the markings. About thirty minutes later I handed him the paper. Logan looked up at me then back down to the paper.
"He was beautiful wasn't he?" I asked hugging my knees. Logan's grin returned.
"You lied. He looked more like you." I grinned scooting next to him. Logan put the sketch on the bed and wrapped his arms around me pressing his lips to mine once more. I responded immediately. I sat up on my knees and wrapped my arms around his neck. I pushed him back on his back. His fingers trailed up the back of my shirt leaving a firey chill in its wake. I moaned and arched my back at his touch.
"I missed you," I whispered running my fingers through his hair. He kissed my lips then laid his head back on the bed. He stared into my eyes almost like he was trying to read my mind. He grabbed me and rolled over on top of me. He rested his head on my chest rubbing his cheek against my breast. I giggled as he did.
"So, Rogue said something today while she was having your flashbacks." My heart skipped a beat. Part of me knew exactly what he was going to say to me. He lifted his head searching my eyes for a continuance, but I guess he never found it because he said, "Forget it," and laid his head back down on my chest. I knew what it was then. I sighed and stared at the ceiling. Soon enough sleep found me and Logan both and we slept in each other's arms for the rest of the night.
