I sat across from Max on my couch. She was reading a magazine while I worked on my laptop. I could tell she had turned to look at me, but I didn't let on. I continued typing. I could feel her smiling at me and then turn her head away quickly.

"What?" I asked as I continued to type.

I could tell she was shocked that I noticed she was looking at me and could barely contain my laughter when she replied with "Nothing."

"Correct me if I'm wrong," I argued, looking over at her, "but people don't blush over nothing."

She inhaled deeply, "I'm not blushing, and I'm not normal people."

I looked back at the computer screen and couldn't help but laugh anymore, "You're right, Max, but you were blushing."

"Well, maybe I was," she admitted, although I'm not completely sure she meant it.

I laughed harder, "Well then what were you blushing at?"

She didn't answer me and changed her tone to a more serious one, "Logan, what do you really think about what happened?"

I shrugged my shoulders an shook my head, "I don't know."

She was relentless, "Please, Logan."

I inhaled deeply and placed my laptop down on the coffee table before turning to her and sliding across the couch toward her, "I have a theory… One, I'm am hesitant to test."

I could tell I had made her uneasy, "You're wondering if we should test it?"

I answered nervously, but plainly, "Yes."

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

I lightly replied, "Great minds think alike."

She then shocked me by asking, "How willing are you to test your theory?"

I nodded and looked down at her hands, "I want to test it."

I heard her breathe in shakily, "So do I."

I laughed a little and slide over closer to her, close enough to touch, but didn't. "Slowly," I recommended.

She nodded and I lifted a hand to her cheek, but I didn't touch her, not yet. I could sense how scared she was, and I knew she knew I was scared too. After all, it was my life on the line, but she'd be loosing me if the virus was still there. I closed my eyes and threw caution to the wind.

I didn't consciously move my hand, but before I knew it, my hand was on her delicate skin. I opened my eyes and looked at my hand. I was scared to death. I thought I was going to be meeting my death and waited for it to take me over. But it didn't. I looked up into Max' eyes and we smiled at each other, both still a little nervous.

I pulled Max closer to me and kissed her. She kissed me back too. It was amazing. It had been so long since we had kissed, it had been so long since we touched, neither of us held anything back. It wasn't long before I pulled Max onto my lap and we both started pulling at the other's clothing.

In no time, we were both laying on the couch sans clothing, completely uninhibited. I knew we weren't going to waist any time. We didn't want any interruptions, I didn't even know if I'd allow anything to interrupt us. I wasn't going to let anything stop this. We deserved this, after everything we'd been through.

I kept her close to me the whole night. I didn't want to let go of her. We slept on that damned couch, amidst lovemaking. It seemed like we spent more time lovemaking, touching, and cuddling than sleeping. It had been ages since I had been able to be this free with some one and not have to worry about anything. I was grateful to not be affected by the virus. I wasn't going to let anything keep us apart anymore. And after that night, I didn't think anything was going to stand between us.