Hey, thanks so much for the awesome reviews. It really got my head spinning
and me tripping. I never knew what it would feel like to actually have
people like your work so once again, you guys are the best.
Basically, I'm writing my story for you, so if you tell me what you like, I'll probably incorporate it into the story. Right now, I'm going on with this story based on a suggestion from one of my wonderful reviewers.
Please review afterwards, or I'll think nobody likes my story and then sink into a horrible pit of self-doubt, betrayal and suicidal thoughts....just joking but please review.
Oh yeah...if anyone knows how I can make italics and bold appear on this site, I'll be eternally grateful for the info. In the mean time, I tried to symbolise thoughts with this sign- /.
****A couple of hours later****
Logan, holding a sleeping Max in his arms, had a small smile on his face. They had talked a bit more for a while and then just settled back in companionable silence to watch the fire. Max was obviously still a little tired from her seizures, and had fallen asleep again, but Logan couldn't find it in himself to wake her up. He wasn't in the most comfortable of positions and he wanted to move, but he couldn't bear to loose the warmth of her body. If he moved, she would surely wake up and that meant she'd leave. It was childish, and he knew it, but he would rather suffer a bout of cramps and pins-and-needles if it afforded him a little more time with Max in his arms. Gently, he stroked her hair and tucked back a wayward strand from her face. /She truly is beautiful.../
With that thought, he decided that he might as well go to sleep as well. Giving her another kiss on the forehead, he closed his eyes and settled back into the couch, holding her close to him like a security blanket. In a silly way, he was afraid that if he let go, she may fall...maybe it was just another one of his excuses to get closer to her. Oh well... who cared.
*****
If truth be told, she loved being in his arms. It felt so safe, and he felt so strong. Burrowing more into his chest, she left out a small smile. Things had sort of changed, but at the same time they where still the same. She wondering how things would be between them. /I mean...how would we talk to each other now. Its not like we just confessed some great love or anything, but what would we say. Would he call me Maxie all the time from now on, does he expect me to call him some pet name...? and what about the kiss. It wasn't anything big, but it was something. Are there going to be more like them...?/ All these thoughts swirled around her brain and left her feeling more insecure and confused than ever. Logan was something special to her, she didn't want to lose him over stupid trivialities, but then again she might lose him because she couldn't sort out these stupid trivialities. /Maybe I should get going/. With that thought, Max, gently crawled out of Logan's lap and headed to the guest bathroom for a quick shower.
*****
Feeling the loss of heat from Max's absence, Logan blearily looked around for her. /I hope she's still here.../ Getting up, went to search the house to see if it hid the person of his desires. On getting to the guest room, he heard the shower, and smiled gently. /She's still here, that has to mean something/. Making a beeline for his own bathroom, he decided that maybe it would be good to take a quick shower before Max came out. /We could have breakfast together.../
Rushing a shower, Logan quickly towelled off and put on another set of track shorts. But this time when he caught a glimpse at himself in the mirror, he knew it was definitely time to shave. Picking up the shaving stick, he made quick work of the job. Next was the hair and that too didn't take up much of his time. Studying his now clean shaven appearance, Logan appraised his reflection. /I do look good, if might say so myself/. Flexing his arms in the classic he-man fashion, Logan smiled. It did pay off to have Bling as a physical therapist.
Hearing the shower shut off, Logan quickly looked for a top to wear that matched his shorts. He settled on a Nike navy blue muscle topped. Even with the pulse, he could still afford to get the top quality brands. Nike hadn't gone belly-up like most of the other sporting brands, but they had been affected by the pulse, and this was reflected in their high marketing prices. /Being rich does have its advantages.../
In the kitchen, Logan briefly contemplated what he was going to make for breakfast. He decided that since Max liked waffles, that would be the easiest choice to go with. Collecting the ingredients he would need from the fridge and cupboard, Logan prepared to cook up a storm.
*****
/I guess that shower wasn't so quick after all/. Max thought to herself as she towelled off and started applying lotion. She had promised herself a quick shower before heading out, but the shower was hot, and that was a luxury she didn't want to rush.
The shower had done her mind some good though. She wasn't as stressed out as before, and she definitely wasn't as scared. She decided that the best thing to do would be to go with the flow. If Original Cindy had taught her anything, it was to try and work out emotional battles instead of making a swift retreat. She'd see how Logan was planning on handling things, and just follow his lead from there.
Dressed in black low-cut boot-leg jeans and a cream hooded jumper that had the words – FCUK- written across chest, Max studied herself in the mirror. Logan had given her the jumper a couple of weeks ago, saying he had seen it and thought of her. Apparently it was some European designer- French Connection. She didn't really care about the jumper itself, though it was nice, what she liked the most, was that he had seen it and thought of her. Smiling at the memory, she ran a hand through her hair. Satisfied with her appearance, she decided that is Logan was awake, she'd talk to him. If not, well she'd leave a note saying she'd be around later. That way she wouldn't have to feel guilty.
Opening the door, Max's senses where flooded with the scent of waffles, syrup and coffee. /Looks like he's pulling out all the stops.../ Sniffing appreciatively, she made her way into the kitchen, only to have a mouth go dry at what she saw. There, stood Logan as he was concentrating on slicing some oranges into little triangles, in track shorts that did nothing to hide his well sculpted legs, and a blue top that did nothing to cover the definition of his arms and chest. He was definitely looking very sexy and appealing. Noticing that he had shaved, Max suppressed a low moan of appreciation. Oh God...and I'm not even in heat.
"Knock, knock," she said , lightly tapping on the table in front of him. She really didn't want to startle him this time. He was holding a knife.
"Wha- ow. Shit," Logan had cut himself. He was startled, and had mistakenly placed his hand under the knife. Clutching his hand to himself like a wounded animal, he looked at Max. "Er- morning Max, did you sleep well?"
"Yeah, thanks. Let me take a look at your hand." She said advancing towards him. When he took a step backwards, she stopped. "I wont hurt you."
"I know you won't. Don't worry about it. It's just a little cut, I'll just clean it up and join you in a second." He moved over to the sink and tried to rinse off the blood that was now oozing out of his hand. Wincing slightly he tried to sound normal, "Erm- there's breakfast on the counter. Take it to the dining room and I'll join you in a second."
Max disappeared, and Logan slumped forward as he examined his finger. It was a deep cut and he was probably gonna need stitches. The fact that it stung didn't do anything to help the pain. He stared at the dripping finger in annoyance.
"You know staring at your finger isn't going to heal it." Max had returned; a first-aid kit in hand.
"I thought you were having breakfast," Logan replied hiding his hand once more.
"Don't be a baby, Logan. Let me help you."
"It's just a cut Max, I can do it myself. And I'm not acting like a baby." He replied sulking slightly.
"Of course not," she replied with a small smirk. "Listen, I let you take care of me when I had my seizures. The least you can do to let me repay you is to let me mend your cut." She tried to reason with him. /Why do guys always over-exaggerate things?/
"Argh, fine." He agreed with a dejected sigh. /She does have a point. She let me, so I should let her. If I didn't, then I'd be going against my words/.
Max reached out a hand to examine his cut, but Logan just took another step backwards.
"You know, I'm gonna have to touch it if I'm gonna mend it." she said cocking an eyebrow in amusement.
"But it hurts." So what if he was a full grown man. That didn't mean he wouldn't feel pain.
"I know that Logan. And I'm trying to help you take away the pain." How the hell do you reason with a full grown man, well over six foot, about mending a cut. "If you don't want my help, then I guess I'll just go." She began to turn around as if to leave. /Guilt trip always did work/.
"No no no; Don't go." Logan was quick to react. Stretching out his hand, "Here look."
A small smile on her face, Max turned around. "Works every time," She muttered under her breath.
*****
Several minutes later after a moaning from Logan, Max finished cleaning up his wound and applied the finger bandage. The cut was deep but a few tapes to hold the wound together would suffice. There was no need for stitches, and with all the noises he had been making, she wasn't even sure he would have been able to handle one.
Examining his now mended finger, Logan held it up to Max; a sly grin on his face, "Kiss it better?"
Max laughed lightly, "You do realise that it has no medical effects whatsoever."
"But the psychological effects are out of this world."
Max seemed to contemplate it for a moment.
"Pleeease."
"Oh, all right. You really are a big baby," she said as she obliged. Kissing the bandage lightly and then his knuckles, she looked up at him, "There all better now."
Logan grinned like the cat that got the mouse. "Yeah, thanks." Taking a step closer he enveloped her in a gentle hug, moulding her body with his. Before he pulled back, he whispered softly into her ear, "For the record...I'm not a baby."
Pulling back, he turned towards the waffles, and proceeded to the dining room to serve breakfast, leaving behind a very disconcerted Max to ponder his words and the effect they had on her body. Shaking off the feelings of arousal that washed over her, Max picked up the rest of the breakfast dishes and sauntered after Logan. /I guess he wants to play with fire.../
Smiling, Max began to place things on the Breakfast Table. With slow sultry movements she sat down and dished some food for herself. Gently pouring a generous amount of honey syrup onto her waffles, she pretended like she couldn't feel Logan's eyes on her, watching her every move, her every breath. Taking a small bite of her food, she closed her eyes and chewed appreciatively. "Logan, you've outdone yourself; this is really good," she murmured.
****
Logan sat in front of her, watching her every move, unable to tear eyes away from her. /She's trying to kill me. I know it/. He watched her put the food in her mouth and her tongue dart out to glide over her lips. /What I would give to be that tongue.../ he snapped out of his revere when he heard her speak. "Huh?"
****
Glancing at him, Max noticed that he hadn't even put anything on his plate. She smiled, "Aren't you gonna eat?"
Looking down at his plate, Logan realised what she was talking about. "Em...of course I' gonna eat. I was just thinking of what to choose first." He shifted uncomfortable. His body was reacting to his overactive imagination.
"Hmmm...you could always start with the waffles, seeing as they are the main dish." She suggested a small smirk on her lips. /Wow...he's turning red. Well payback's a bitch. I'll be good from now on/.
The rest of the meal went without incident and Logan slowly regained colour and the use of his brain as blood finally redirected back there. /I guess she knows how to play the game.../
*****
After breakfast, they played chess for a while, and watched a few pre-pulse movies. Max and Logan were cuddled up on a couch in front of the tube with a blanket over them when Max suddenly realised something, "How come you're not working?"
"What, you'd rather have me working than spending time with you?" he asked a small frown on his face.
"No, this is nice, but I was wondering. I mean normally, you're all work work work, but then suddenly you're relaxed and carefree. It's just different."
"Eyes Only has been a bit slow this week, and I asked Seb to help me watch it for a while. I think I've deserved a break. Kinda like a little holiday."
"For how long?"
"Maybe a week or 2. Depends on how things go." Then as an after thought, "What about you, I would've have thought you'd have been at work, or hanging around with your girlfriends." Then he quickly added, "Not that I don't appreciate the company..."
She smiled, "If truth be told, I was gonna up and leave after my shower."
"Why?"
"Well, I thought things would be strange or different. But I guess I was wrong."
They both sat back and digested the information they had been given. Max was the first to break the silence, "OC's gonna be cooking up some mad little storied in her head if I don't go and see her. So I guess I'd better be going," she made a move to get off the couch but settled back when Logan tightened his grip around her waist.
"What type of stories?"
"Trust me, you don't wanna know the kinda stuff that goes through my gurl's head."
"Try me."
"Well knowing Cindy, after she found out that I was here, she'd probably have made bets on how many times we had banged the gong."
"Bang...Oh..." Logan took deep breathes to stop his body from reacting to that suggestion. This proved difficult seeing as how Max's body was moulded so close already."
Luckily for Logan, Max's pager went off at that moment. Sighing, she got up from the couch and went to pick it up. "It's Cindy, I guess I should get going."
"Will you come back?"
"Only if you want me to..."
"Of course I do."
"Well then I guess I'll stop by later in the evening."
Remembering his finger, "Yeah...but in the mean time, my finger might need another kiss to stop the pain till then."
"Take an aspirin," she laughed.
"But a kiss works so much faster, and lasts so much longer." He really was pulling out the stops, sexy smile and all.
"Damn, aren't you persistent." She bent over and obliged; Kissing him the same way as before. But before she got up, on impulse she gave him a quick kiss on the mouth and straightened up quickly. She wasn't sure how he'd react and she didn't want to now right now. Practically running out the apartment she picked up her jacket and keys which were on the chair and closed the door shouting a quick "Bye," as the door slammed after her.
****
A rather stunned Logan just looked at Max as she ran out. He would never have expected that level of affection from Max. Used to his part as the only one that really showed any, he grinned happily. /I guess that means we're one step closer... /
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I need reviews... next chapter I was thinking that maybe Max and OC will have 'the talk'. Someone suggested I look at OC take on the whole situation, and I have decided to do just that. Remember, you tell the story... I just write it.
Basically, I'm writing my story for you, so if you tell me what you like, I'll probably incorporate it into the story. Right now, I'm going on with this story based on a suggestion from one of my wonderful reviewers.
Please review afterwards, or I'll think nobody likes my story and then sink into a horrible pit of self-doubt, betrayal and suicidal thoughts....just joking but please review.
Oh yeah...if anyone knows how I can make italics and bold appear on this site, I'll be eternally grateful for the info. In the mean time, I tried to symbolise thoughts with this sign- /.
****A couple of hours later****
Logan, holding a sleeping Max in his arms, had a small smile on his face. They had talked a bit more for a while and then just settled back in companionable silence to watch the fire. Max was obviously still a little tired from her seizures, and had fallen asleep again, but Logan couldn't find it in himself to wake her up. He wasn't in the most comfortable of positions and he wanted to move, but he couldn't bear to loose the warmth of her body. If he moved, she would surely wake up and that meant she'd leave. It was childish, and he knew it, but he would rather suffer a bout of cramps and pins-and-needles if it afforded him a little more time with Max in his arms. Gently, he stroked her hair and tucked back a wayward strand from her face. /She truly is beautiful.../
With that thought, he decided that he might as well go to sleep as well. Giving her another kiss on the forehead, he closed his eyes and settled back into the couch, holding her close to him like a security blanket. In a silly way, he was afraid that if he let go, she may fall...maybe it was just another one of his excuses to get closer to her. Oh well... who cared.
*****
If truth be told, she loved being in his arms. It felt so safe, and he felt so strong. Burrowing more into his chest, she left out a small smile. Things had sort of changed, but at the same time they where still the same. She wondering how things would be between them. /I mean...how would we talk to each other now. Its not like we just confessed some great love or anything, but what would we say. Would he call me Maxie all the time from now on, does he expect me to call him some pet name...? and what about the kiss. It wasn't anything big, but it was something. Are there going to be more like them...?/ All these thoughts swirled around her brain and left her feeling more insecure and confused than ever. Logan was something special to her, she didn't want to lose him over stupid trivialities, but then again she might lose him because she couldn't sort out these stupid trivialities. /Maybe I should get going/. With that thought, Max, gently crawled out of Logan's lap and headed to the guest bathroom for a quick shower.
*****
Feeling the loss of heat from Max's absence, Logan blearily looked around for her. /I hope she's still here.../ Getting up, went to search the house to see if it hid the person of his desires. On getting to the guest room, he heard the shower, and smiled gently. /She's still here, that has to mean something/. Making a beeline for his own bathroom, he decided that maybe it would be good to take a quick shower before Max came out. /We could have breakfast together.../
Rushing a shower, Logan quickly towelled off and put on another set of track shorts. But this time when he caught a glimpse at himself in the mirror, he knew it was definitely time to shave. Picking up the shaving stick, he made quick work of the job. Next was the hair and that too didn't take up much of his time. Studying his now clean shaven appearance, Logan appraised his reflection. /I do look good, if might say so myself/. Flexing his arms in the classic he-man fashion, Logan smiled. It did pay off to have Bling as a physical therapist.
Hearing the shower shut off, Logan quickly looked for a top to wear that matched his shorts. He settled on a Nike navy blue muscle topped. Even with the pulse, he could still afford to get the top quality brands. Nike hadn't gone belly-up like most of the other sporting brands, but they had been affected by the pulse, and this was reflected in their high marketing prices. /Being rich does have its advantages.../
In the kitchen, Logan briefly contemplated what he was going to make for breakfast. He decided that since Max liked waffles, that would be the easiest choice to go with. Collecting the ingredients he would need from the fridge and cupboard, Logan prepared to cook up a storm.
*****
/I guess that shower wasn't so quick after all/. Max thought to herself as she towelled off and started applying lotion. She had promised herself a quick shower before heading out, but the shower was hot, and that was a luxury she didn't want to rush.
The shower had done her mind some good though. She wasn't as stressed out as before, and she definitely wasn't as scared. She decided that the best thing to do would be to go with the flow. If Original Cindy had taught her anything, it was to try and work out emotional battles instead of making a swift retreat. She'd see how Logan was planning on handling things, and just follow his lead from there.
Dressed in black low-cut boot-leg jeans and a cream hooded jumper that had the words – FCUK- written across chest, Max studied herself in the mirror. Logan had given her the jumper a couple of weeks ago, saying he had seen it and thought of her. Apparently it was some European designer- French Connection. She didn't really care about the jumper itself, though it was nice, what she liked the most, was that he had seen it and thought of her. Smiling at the memory, she ran a hand through her hair. Satisfied with her appearance, she decided that is Logan was awake, she'd talk to him. If not, well she'd leave a note saying she'd be around later. That way she wouldn't have to feel guilty.
Opening the door, Max's senses where flooded with the scent of waffles, syrup and coffee. /Looks like he's pulling out all the stops.../ Sniffing appreciatively, she made her way into the kitchen, only to have a mouth go dry at what she saw. There, stood Logan as he was concentrating on slicing some oranges into little triangles, in track shorts that did nothing to hide his well sculpted legs, and a blue top that did nothing to cover the definition of his arms and chest. He was definitely looking very sexy and appealing. Noticing that he had shaved, Max suppressed a low moan of appreciation. Oh God...and I'm not even in heat.
"Knock, knock," she said , lightly tapping on the table in front of him. She really didn't want to startle him this time. He was holding a knife.
"Wha- ow. Shit," Logan had cut himself. He was startled, and had mistakenly placed his hand under the knife. Clutching his hand to himself like a wounded animal, he looked at Max. "Er- morning Max, did you sleep well?"
"Yeah, thanks. Let me take a look at your hand." She said advancing towards him. When he took a step backwards, she stopped. "I wont hurt you."
"I know you won't. Don't worry about it. It's just a little cut, I'll just clean it up and join you in a second." He moved over to the sink and tried to rinse off the blood that was now oozing out of his hand. Wincing slightly he tried to sound normal, "Erm- there's breakfast on the counter. Take it to the dining room and I'll join you in a second."
Max disappeared, and Logan slumped forward as he examined his finger. It was a deep cut and he was probably gonna need stitches. The fact that it stung didn't do anything to help the pain. He stared at the dripping finger in annoyance.
"You know staring at your finger isn't going to heal it." Max had returned; a first-aid kit in hand.
"I thought you were having breakfast," Logan replied hiding his hand once more.
"Don't be a baby, Logan. Let me help you."
"It's just a cut Max, I can do it myself. And I'm not acting like a baby." He replied sulking slightly.
"Of course not," she replied with a small smirk. "Listen, I let you take care of me when I had my seizures. The least you can do to let me repay you is to let me mend your cut." She tried to reason with him. /Why do guys always over-exaggerate things?/
"Argh, fine." He agreed with a dejected sigh. /She does have a point. She let me, so I should let her. If I didn't, then I'd be going against my words/.
Max reached out a hand to examine his cut, but Logan just took another step backwards.
"You know, I'm gonna have to touch it if I'm gonna mend it." she said cocking an eyebrow in amusement.
"But it hurts." So what if he was a full grown man. That didn't mean he wouldn't feel pain.
"I know that Logan. And I'm trying to help you take away the pain." How the hell do you reason with a full grown man, well over six foot, about mending a cut. "If you don't want my help, then I guess I'll just go." She began to turn around as if to leave. /Guilt trip always did work/.
"No no no; Don't go." Logan was quick to react. Stretching out his hand, "Here look."
A small smile on her face, Max turned around. "Works every time," She muttered under her breath.
*****
Several minutes later after a moaning from Logan, Max finished cleaning up his wound and applied the finger bandage. The cut was deep but a few tapes to hold the wound together would suffice. There was no need for stitches, and with all the noises he had been making, she wasn't even sure he would have been able to handle one.
Examining his now mended finger, Logan held it up to Max; a sly grin on his face, "Kiss it better?"
Max laughed lightly, "You do realise that it has no medical effects whatsoever."
"But the psychological effects are out of this world."
Max seemed to contemplate it for a moment.
"Pleeease."
"Oh, all right. You really are a big baby," she said as she obliged. Kissing the bandage lightly and then his knuckles, she looked up at him, "There all better now."
Logan grinned like the cat that got the mouse. "Yeah, thanks." Taking a step closer he enveloped her in a gentle hug, moulding her body with his. Before he pulled back, he whispered softly into her ear, "For the record...I'm not a baby."
Pulling back, he turned towards the waffles, and proceeded to the dining room to serve breakfast, leaving behind a very disconcerted Max to ponder his words and the effect they had on her body. Shaking off the feelings of arousal that washed over her, Max picked up the rest of the breakfast dishes and sauntered after Logan. /I guess he wants to play with fire.../
Smiling, Max began to place things on the Breakfast Table. With slow sultry movements she sat down and dished some food for herself. Gently pouring a generous amount of honey syrup onto her waffles, she pretended like she couldn't feel Logan's eyes on her, watching her every move, her every breath. Taking a small bite of her food, she closed her eyes and chewed appreciatively. "Logan, you've outdone yourself; this is really good," she murmured.
****
Logan sat in front of her, watching her every move, unable to tear eyes away from her. /She's trying to kill me. I know it/. He watched her put the food in her mouth and her tongue dart out to glide over her lips. /What I would give to be that tongue.../ he snapped out of his revere when he heard her speak. "Huh?"
****
Glancing at him, Max noticed that he hadn't even put anything on his plate. She smiled, "Aren't you gonna eat?"
Looking down at his plate, Logan realised what she was talking about. "Em...of course I' gonna eat. I was just thinking of what to choose first." He shifted uncomfortable. His body was reacting to his overactive imagination.
"Hmmm...you could always start with the waffles, seeing as they are the main dish." She suggested a small smirk on her lips. /Wow...he's turning red. Well payback's a bitch. I'll be good from now on/.
The rest of the meal went without incident and Logan slowly regained colour and the use of his brain as blood finally redirected back there. /I guess she knows how to play the game.../
*****
After breakfast, they played chess for a while, and watched a few pre-pulse movies. Max and Logan were cuddled up on a couch in front of the tube with a blanket over them when Max suddenly realised something, "How come you're not working?"
"What, you'd rather have me working than spending time with you?" he asked a small frown on his face.
"No, this is nice, but I was wondering. I mean normally, you're all work work work, but then suddenly you're relaxed and carefree. It's just different."
"Eyes Only has been a bit slow this week, and I asked Seb to help me watch it for a while. I think I've deserved a break. Kinda like a little holiday."
"For how long?"
"Maybe a week or 2. Depends on how things go." Then as an after thought, "What about you, I would've have thought you'd have been at work, or hanging around with your girlfriends." Then he quickly added, "Not that I don't appreciate the company..."
She smiled, "If truth be told, I was gonna up and leave after my shower."
"Why?"
"Well, I thought things would be strange or different. But I guess I was wrong."
They both sat back and digested the information they had been given. Max was the first to break the silence, "OC's gonna be cooking up some mad little storied in her head if I don't go and see her. So I guess I'd better be going," she made a move to get off the couch but settled back when Logan tightened his grip around her waist.
"What type of stories?"
"Trust me, you don't wanna know the kinda stuff that goes through my gurl's head."
"Try me."
"Well knowing Cindy, after she found out that I was here, she'd probably have made bets on how many times we had banged the gong."
"Bang...Oh..." Logan took deep breathes to stop his body from reacting to that suggestion. This proved difficult seeing as how Max's body was moulded so close already."
Luckily for Logan, Max's pager went off at that moment. Sighing, she got up from the couch and went to pick it up. "It's Cindy, I guess I should get going."
"Will you come back?"
"Only if you want me to..."
"Of course I do."
"Well then I guess I'll stop by later in the evening."
Remembering his finger, "Yeah...but in the mean time, my finger might need another kiss to stop the pain till then."
"Take an aspirin," she laughed.
"But a kiss works so much faster, and lasts so much longer." He really was pulling out the stops, sexy smile and all.
"Damn, aren't you persistent." She bent over and obliged; Kissing him the same way as before. But before she got up, on impulse she gave him a quick kiss on the mouth and straightened up quickly. She wasn't sure how he'd react and she didn't want to now right now. Practically running out the apartment she picked up her jacket and keys which were on the chair and closed the door shouting a quick "Bye," as the door slammed after her.
****
A rather stunned Logan just looked at Max as she ran out. He would never have expected that level of affection from Max. Used to his part as the only one that really showed any, he grinned happily. /I guess that means we're one step closer... /
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I need reviews... next chapter I was thinking that maybe Max and OC will have 'the talk'. Someone suggested I look at OC take on the whole situation, and I have decided to do just that. Remember, you tell the story... I just write it.