They hadn't really paid much attention how they got back, being too preoccupied with each other, kissing at street corners and red traffic lights wherever they were halted to stop on their hasty and euphoric walk back to the apartment. They were drunk on something other than alcohol that night, stumbling through the double-sided apartment door clumsily. As the door closed, Logan locking it without looking, they paused, finally really being able to hear and see one-and-other without any distractions. The words never came, making the only sound in the room their rapid breathing. He looked at her bright blue eyes, begging for this to be real, hers pleading to regain contact, the lack of which already was making both of them ache. She let the tips of her fingers gently trace his cheek and down his jawline, making him smirk even wider, her touch being so gentle it almost tickled, while he held her close by her waist. There were so many things he wanted to proclaim, yet choosing just one just proved utterly impossible. Her skin still looked like porcelain, glowing in the weak moonlight that shone in through the kitchen window into the hallway. They had both aged, small signs of time on their faces that they both recognized, but it made no difference. Her fingers moved down over his shoulders and arms, intertwining their fingers as she reached them. Unlike the kisses that had brought them back there, the next one was slower, more deliberate, full of passion, regret and hope. Continuing to kiss, their jackets and shoes were hastily discarded onto the hallway floor as Logan steered Rory, walking backwards, towards his bedroom.

The knot in her stomach had begun to unravel, sensing his strong hands on her waist, hips and ass, pulling her firmly against him, as if afraid she would slip away. Her hands rested at the back of his neck, feeling the warmth of his bare neck flowing into her arms, continuing to trace his neckline down to his chest, which felt leaner and firmer than it had before. She moved down to his waist, and her delicate hands slipped under his shirt, feeling the warmth of him take over her senses once more. It took barely seconds to remove his shirt, exposing his chest. His strong hands reflected her move, her skin feeling just as soft as the silk covering it. Underneath he revealed the black mesh bralette, hinting what was yet to come. His lips landed on her neck just then, needing to taste her, leaving a trail of kisses on her shoulders and collarbone, down between her breasts as his hand softly caressed her breast. The smooth mesh felt cool under his skin, the hard nipples protruding through it, making him almost lose all control. She could only moan at the sensation, letting her eyes fall shut, allowing her to feel more. As his mouth moved lower on her body, his hands already pulled down her pants, the trail of kisses following, gently nuding her over her panties, sending flashbacks to his brain. Her hands hastily unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down, releasing him from their confinement, pulling him down on the bed besides her, sliding her panties downwards. They lay on their sides, her hand wrapping him close from under his arm, his pulling up her upper leg over his hip.

They rediscovered each other's bodies like picking up an old favourite book, which had been lost, taking their time to kiss and touch every part. Their touches felt so familiar, yet they were now more confident than ever. As he caressed her hips and ass, his fingers slowly delved into her moist slit, moving back and forth, without actually entering, causing her to gasp. His arousal throbbed as her hands released it from his boxers, guiding it to rub against her. He let out a soft moan as he touched her, teasingly rubbing against her entrance, desperately begging for more. He rolled her to her back, kissing her fiercly once more, positioning him on top of her, his hardness pressed between her thighs, as if in its rightful place. She wrapped her legs around his waist demandingly, wordlessly begging for him to enter. He complied, leaving her gasp at impact that filled her. She felt exactly the same, her warmth, her tightness - it felt like home, thrusting again and again. The sensation overwhelmed his mind completely. Her lips lingered on his neck, not wanting to lose contact, small moans of gratitude rolling over them at each impact. He could sense her move with him, shifting the angle slightly, making her breaths grow shallower, and the moans louder. Her core throbbed as she was pushed over the edge, causing him to find his own release a few thrusts later.

She could sense his now cold lips resting on her neck, his weight on top of her and him still inside of her, pulsating. As he eventually rolled off her, staying on his side facing her, the looks that carried between them spoke volumes, both of them having so much to say - all the proclamations, questions, compliments, painful memories mixed with exclamations of euphoria, but that were just unable to leave their lips, scared to say anything that could ruin this. Instead, she closed her eyes and curled up at his chest, their hands and legs intertwined, his lips resting on her forehead, falling asleep from exhaustion.

As he woke at the first rays of sunlight, having forgotten to draw the blinds, he was reluctant to move, her naked form still linked with his, yet needing to release his already dead hand form under her, he did as carefully as he could not to wake her.

"Logan," she muttered, her eyes still closed, turning her side.

"I'll be back," he whispered, pulling a blanket over her.

As he stared himself in the mirror, after washing his face with cold water, he tried to fight off the thoughts he had so desperately wanted to avoid, failing miserably. He was probably still very much in love with her, and if she just left, returned to her world, in a few days, would it just leave him as broken as she had after her graduation? The thought was still too painful to process, hence he returned to bed, slipping around her intoxicating body, her back now to his chest, wrapping his hand around her waist. He'd cleared his morning, thankfully, being able to go back to sleep.

He woke with a sense of panic, finding his bed empty.

"Ace?" he asked, terrified whether it all had been just a dream.

To his relief, her barely clothed form appeared in the doorway. "Good morning," she said, wearing just panties and a tanktop, looking freshly showered, her hair still damp.

"Come back to bed," he begged.

She placed her coffee cup on the bedside table, and complied, slipping under the blanket smilingly, her cold toes searching for his warmth. It had been much easier to look him in the eye than it was now, much harder to stay in their haze.

"That was some night, eh?" he stated, breaking the silence.

"It was," she agreed, hesitantly looking up at him.

"I really missed you," he added, placing his hand on her waist.

"So did I," she sighed.

"No regrets I hope?" Logan asked, his contemplation from before still in his mind.

"No," she shook her head. "It's just a little scary, you know," she added truthfully.

"I know," he sighed, pulling her close, kissing the top of her head. She wanted to bury her face in his chest again, to feel safe and sheltered, to hide out from the real world. It was as if from the moment she'd opened her eyes that morning that she could sense the hours ticking by, counting down to the moment she had to leave. She brushed the thought aside, feeling something forming in her throat not wanting to spend any of those hours in tears.

"Got anything you need to do today?" she asked, her voice ever so slightly broken.

"Hey," he began noticing the sadness in her voice and stroking her back in assurance. Strangely enough her reaction made him feel slightly better, at least it wasn't easy for her either, he thought just before being hit by a bang of guilt. The last thing he wanted was to see or do, have her hurt the way that he did. He took a deep tactical breath, trying to gather himself, before replying.

"I have to go in around 1 PM for an hour or so. You could even tag along if you wanted to," he suggested, trying to lighten the mood.

"Sure, that might be fun," she replied, hoping it would distract her.

"Hey, I know we're in no-man's land here, but I want you to know I don't want to lose you again," he said firmly. "I don't know what you want or how you feel, but I am sure we'll figure it out," he assured her.

"No-man's land," she repeated, "that's the perfect word for it, isn't it?" she added. "But for the record, I do feel - the connection is there, the chemistry… definitely there," she sighed, closing her eyes for a second. "But I think we need to figure out whether we're still the people we think we are, that we're not just thinking that we know one and other, the memory of us, before we can figure anything out," she said, having had some time to think on it, while he had been sleeping.

"I agree," he said. "But can we just agree to not spend the time we have here, being scared all the time," Logan added, hoping saying it would somehow make him less scared as well.

"Not being scared - it can't be that hard can it?" she stated, trying to convince herself.

"Now, what do I have to do to convince you to join me in the shower, before we go out for some late breakfast," he smirked, stealing a long sensual kiss, which was definitely a much more effective distraction.