Light slowly flooded Max's eyes causing her to blink and squint as she slowly sat up. She kept her eyes shut and rubbed at them until she realized that something was wrong. Her eyes opened slowly and she found Logan sitting in his wheelchair with a serene smile on his face as he looked down on her. It was then she realized that she was laying in Logan's bed. Suddenly she remembered all that had happened the night before and she wondered if it was all just a dream.
"Have you been sitting there long?" Max asked a little embarrassed that he had been watching her sleep.
"Not too long," Logan lied as he watched Max sit up. "You feel like some breakfast?"
A small, sexy smile crept across Max's lips as she answered, "What have ya got?"
Logan smiled and moved out the doorway to the bedroom and down the short hallway into the kitchen as he called over his shoulder, "I'll see what I can put together for you."
Max smiled and sighed, almost reluctant to leave the soft bed. She stood up and grimaced as her hand instinctively felt the back of her head where it was sore. She was puzzled for a moment until she glanced out into the hall into a mirror hanging on the wall. Through its reflection she saw Logan's living room and all of its smashed windows. Immediately memories of the past twenty-four hours flooded into her but her thoughts were broken up by Logan's voice, "You going to stay in there all day?"
She couldn't help but smile at the sound of his voice and as she walked into the kitchen she found Logan making her breakfast. Max stepped behind him and softly rubbed his shoulders. Logan sighed softly and looked up at her, "You want to talk about what happened?"
Max shrugged with a distant and pain filled look in her eyes, "Maybe later."
"Have you been sitting there long?" Max asked a little embarrassed that he had been watching her sleep.
"Not too long," Logan lied as he watched Max sit up. "You feel like some breakfast?"
A small, sexy smile crept across Max's lips as she answered, "What have ya got?"
Logan smiled and moved out the doorway to the bedroom and down the short hallway into the kitchen as he called over his shoulder, "I'll see what I can put together for you."
Max smiled and sighed, almost reluctant to leave the soft bed. She stood up and grimaced as her hand instinctively felt the back of her head where it was sore. She was puzzled for a moment until she glanced out into the hall into a mirror hanging on the wall. Through its reflection she saw Logan's living room and all of its smashed windows. Immediately memories of the past twenty-four hours flooded into her but her thoughts were broken up by Logan's voice, "You going to stay in there all day?"
She couldn't help but smile at the sound of his voice and as she walked into the kitchen she found Logan making her breakfast. Max stepped behind him and softly rubbed his shoulders. Logan sighed softly and looked up at her, "You want to talk about what happened?"
Max shrugged with a distant and pain filled look in her eyes, "Maybe later."
