I looked across the couch to Logan. Neither he nor I had said anything to each other the whole night. I think we were both a little embarrassed by what we had learned early that evening. I looked over at him and blushed. I couldn't help but think about what he would look like… above me. I shook my head and looked back at the magazine I was reading.

"What?" he asked me, not looking up from his laptop.

I looked back at him, "Nothing."

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but people don't blush over nothing," he countered, only now looking over at me.

I took a deep breath, "I'm not blushing, and I'm not normal people."

He looked back at the monitor and laughed at me, "You're right, Max, but you were blushing."

"Well, maybe I was," I half admitted.

He laughed even more, "Well then what were you blushing at?"

"Logan, what do you really think about what happened?" I asked him, slightly avoiding the subject.

He shrugged shaking his head, "I don't know."

"Please, Logan," I pressed a little.

He took a deep breath and put his laptop on the coffee table, sliding closer to me, still not touching me, "I have a theory… One, I'm am hesitant to test."

I swallowed, "You're wondering if we should test it?"

He answered shakily, "Yes."

I nodded slightly, "I've been thinking the same thing."

"Great minds think alike," he remarked lightly.

"How willing are you to test your theory?" I wondered, seriously wanting to know.

He looked down at my hands on my lap and nodded, "I want to test it."

I took a deep breath, "So do I."

He laughed slightly and moved a little closer until we were just a breath away. "Slowly," he suggested.

I nodded slowly and watched as he lifted a hand to my face, but he did not touch it. I could feel the heat from his skin searing my own. We were both scared and we both knew it. I wanted him to touch me. I needed him to touch me. I ached for him to touch me. I could feel that I was in heat again, but if we were both willing, I wasn't going to fight it. It would actually help us throw away all our inhibitions. I closed my eyes and waited for his touch.

And then he touched me. I opened my eyes scared to death. I was looking at him and he was looking at his hand on my cheek. We waited… and waited… He then looked up at me and I was sure he was going to fall to the ground writhing in pain, but he didn't. We both smiled, still a little weary. How was this possible?

We didn't know, and we didn't care. He pulled me over to him and kissed me. It was a rough, fervent kiss. Neither one of us gave nor received more than the other. We were equally adding to the kiss. Tongues collided and caressed, searched and explored. Was it possible the virus had died? Is that even possible?

We didn't know, but we weren't going to sit around questioning it. Instead, we were all over each other. Last time we didn't have to worry about the virus, we were interrupted by Manticore, and we weren't going to let it happen again. We were going to take advantage of every moment we had together.

I was now straddling his lap, a very compromising position for each of us. We began tearing at each other's clothing. Before long we were both exposed, both to the cool air and to each other. We had never been this out in the open with each other before, and even though it was new, it was very comfortable. There were no reservations, no holding back.

We spent the whole night on that couch, making love and sleeping. We didn't want to leave each other. We didn't even want to get up and go to the bed. We just wanted to be as close the other as possible. Whatever it was that allowed us to be like this, we were grateful to it and took advantage of it. We wanted to be like this forever and hoped we would be. We didn't know if it would last, but we weren't going to let a single moment pass us by. We were together now and nothing was between us, literally.