"Couch or bed?"

"Bed."

Camille nodded and brought Logan's sports bag into his bedroom. He followed her, supported by crutches. Groaning, he dropped onto the bed. "Thanks for picking me up and taking me home."

"You're welcome. Can you take your clothes off by yourself?"

Logan smiled wanly. "I could say no to make the situation more interesting ... But since I'm in no shape at the moment, I say yes."

Camille laughed. "OK. I'll get you something to drink in the meantime." She left the bedroom, took a water bottle and a glass, and returned. She put the water and the glass on his nightstand. "Do you need anything else?"

Now he was lying on the bed in a t-shirt and boxers. He nodded. "Yes, you. We both know very well that I am much more relaxed when you are with me."

"Logan ..."

"Then at least stay here until I fall asleep. Please, Cam …"

She sighed. "All right. You won."

He grinned and pulled her close. She snuggled up to him and for a few minutes they just listened to each other's breath and heartbeat.

"Are you still mad at me for lying to you?" She asked quietly. He shook his head. "No. I understand why you did it. Despite everything, you wanted to protect Kendall. I probably would have done the same. But no more lies from now on, okay?"

"Agreed," she murmured, kissing the crook of his neck.

"I think we can do it," he said thoughtfully.

"What do you mean?" She asked, stroking his hair.

"Well ... you know ... being "us" again."

"I thought we already were."

"Yes, but it's no longer a secret. It's a fresh start." He tried to suppress a yawn. Camille smiled. "You should sleep now."

"I should, but I don't want to. As soon as I fall asleep it means that you are leaving me. And I don't want you to go."

"I promise I'll be back," she whispered, gently scratching the back of his neck. A method that had always worked for him. He let out a deep sigh. "That's not fair."

"All is fair in love and war. But I'm a little surprised that it still works."

"You are the reason why it works. Your hands are magical." He closed his eyes. "I love you."

"I love you too."

When Logan woke up he was disappointed. He had secretly hoped that Camille would still be there. He sighed, reached for his crutches, and limped into the living room. Something on the counter caught his eye. He stepped closer and saw that it was a plate with some of his favorite sandwiches on it. A note lay next to the plate:

While you were sleeping, I prepared this for you so you don't have to strain yourself. Enjoy your meal, honey. I'll call you later.

Logan smiled. Yep, being "us" again was a great thing.