Logan's
2:00 in the morning
Max was still sleeping when Logan got into the room. She was still pinky
on the cheeks, but it only made her look healty. Her breathing was on a
regular basis, so he figured she was indeed sleeping. 'Good!', he thought.
Logan got under the sheets on the right side of the bed, since Max was on
the left one.
He looked at her, she was slightly shaking, but that was normal, after
all, she still had the sleeping drug in her system.
'She looks so sweet when she's sleeping...how can a girl kicking a$$es
most part of a day look so sweet during the night?' Probably because this
girl is Max. 'She's so beautiful.' Logan turned his head to make it
straight and closed his eyes to concentrate in order to let the calmness
of the night seize him and put him to sleep. But it didn't worked, he
couldn't stop thinking.
All he could think of was Max lying there,just beside him, in his clothes,
in his bed. 'I'm going crazy here!' Logan remembered the events of the
night. He thought about the softness of her skin under his fingers while
he was trying to get her clothes of, and he thought about them hanging on
to each other under the water in the shower, he also thought about the way
she rested her head on his chest, and how her hand softly caressed his
face. ' Stop it!' he told himself, but without any success. His heart
began to beat faster and faster.
Logan remembered how deep her eyes were when she looked at him, how
wonderful her hair smelled, and he felt again the sweet kiss he gave her
on the forehead and how he had wish it was elsewhere. And then he thought
how good it felt to be so near Max.
But what Logan most thought of, was how fast she makes his heart beat
whenever he's an inch away from her. And now, at this precise moment, all
he could feel was his heart racing up, his breath getting louder and
faster, and the so present fuzzy feeling that overcame him. 'I so want to
touch you...' Will he dare? 'Maybe I should leave while it's still
time...' Logan didn't have the time to move an inch that Max almost rolled
over him. She put her head on his chest and her left hand near his neck.
She moved again, trying to get herself a good position in her sleep.
'That's it! Does she want me dead? She's going to kill me for crying out
loud!' Logan closed his eyes and tried to slow down his respiratory rate
to calm himself. Wasn't working, in fact, it became worst. He touched his
forehead with his right hand, it was moist. 'Great, now she's making me
sweat...'
Max moved a bit, moaned something, and got herself closer to Logan. 'Like
closer is possible!', he thought. She pushed herself up in a way that she
now had her face in his neck. 'Oh!, don't mind me Max. Just feel like
home, in fact, why don't you get over me?!' The irony didn't help him to
ease the emotion and tension that were growing inside of him. 'Calm
down...breath...one, two, three. OK, a little better.' He closed his eyes.
He didn't know why he felt so unsure of himself with Max. Usually, it
wasn't the case with girls, he even felt very confident. But with Max,
very different. ' Don't do something stupid you might regret for the rest
of your life.' He was afraid to loose her.
The emotion slowed down a little after a few minutes, and Logan took his
left arm, the one that was under his head when Max had move on him, and
embraced her softly and slowly, to not wake her up. He brushed her hair
and rested his hand on her skin at the back of her neck. 'So soft...'
He got so tired for a moment, -because of all the events of the night and
all the energy he spend to save Max- that he felt deeply asleep.