I groaned in pain and wiped my palm across my sweaty forehead. I took deep gulps of lovely oxygen, and I closed my eyes, my body already going asleep in numbness. I was lying on the gym mats and about half my body was covered in feathers due to the workout session with Mr Hard-and-Muscly, and all my body was hot and sweaty. The feathers were the colour of Logan's skin, a nice tanned colour. From a distance I imagine I would've looked like I had some type of crazy tan lines, with my lighter skin and darker tanned patches.

"I… am soo… not fit." I mumbled in between breaths.

"I agree." Logan put in.

I cracked an eye open at him. "I did not ask for your opinion."

He snorted. "Then feel honoured that I gave it to you for free."

"Augh." I groaned and closed my eye again.

Logan looked absolutely breathtaking and also maddeningly infuriating at the same time. I resolved not to look at him again. In his tight fitted tank top, he was leaning against the wall a couple of metres from me, with not even a drop of sweat on him. Here I was collapsed on the floor in an ungraceful, exhausted, sweaty heap. With a rat's nest hair-do. The workout session was maddeningly exhausting.

After a blissful moment of silence, I felt a presence loom near me.

I opened my eyes again to focus on Logan's hand held out to me to help me up. Without looking at Logan, I ignored his hand, and rolled a couple of feet away before proceeding to heave my body to my feet.

Once on my feet, I turned to see Logan with that familiar smirk on his face.

"Hurt yer pride to accept a hand of help?" He rumbled.

I grunted in response, before turning my slightly feathery body towards the door. At least the feathers protected me from cuts and bruises, but that didn't stop the pain. I slowly left the gym room and Logan behind, with no clue if he was following, and meandered my way down to the kitchen. I walked in and Jean was there with Scott, nursing cups of tea. She raised her eyebrow at my entrance.

"Tough session?"

I nodded with a sigh, before proceeding to open the fridge door for snacks. Once I had a huge piece of watermelon in hand, I walked back to the table and slumped next to Jean.

Then Logan walked in the room. Looking absolutely fine.

Charles why are you doing this to me! I mentally whined.

Ignoring the hunk, I took a huge bite of my watermelon. And literally moaned as its cool, sweet juice entered me.

HA!

I jumped, my knee hitting the table painfully.

Good Angel Charles! A little warning would be nice.

Jean looked at me as I rolled my eyes. 'Charles?' She mouthed at me silently. I nodded.

I am doing it for your own good, Pascale. Charles mentally said. By the looks of that mental image I saw, the distraction is doing you well.

I reddened. Logan's eyes were on me, and I blushed even further.

"Chuck sending you dirty pics, Cal?" He rumbled.

Chocking on my melon, I turned even redder than possible before retorting back at him. I also wondered about the new nickname.

"You wish, sunshine."

He raised his eyebrows. "Do I?"

I ignored him.

Besides, you need to let more people close to you in life. You will benefit from it. And stop worrying about the other side of your mutation, we can figure that out when the time comes. Just let yourself go for now.

Sighing in defeat, I quickly finished my watermelon before standing up and sauntering slowly over to the hunk, who was leaning against the kitchen sink. I might as well go all the way and let him know I'm interested if I'm going to listen to Charles' advice. I leaned right up close, aware that Jean and Scott were watching me, but not as aware as I was of Logan's own dark gaze staring right into me. Once again, I shifted my head to the side of his head, much like that time several weeks ago.

"Chuck's got a whole picture gallery of you that I'm enjoying going through." I whispered lowly into his ear, so no one else could hear.

At the same time, I snaked an arm around to the kitchen sink behind him. I could hear his breath come slightly faster, as me reaching to the sink pressed my body closer to his. While I distracted him, I quietly filled a mug with cold water.

I bit his earlobe, let a breath feather against his ear, before whispering mischievously, "I think you need to wish harder."

And then I tipped the mug of cold water over his head.

…

Logan's PoV

Heat was creeping through my body as she whispered in my ear. I had no idea how this centuries-old-yet-young woman knew what she was doing, but boy did she know.

"I think you need to wish harder." She whispered, before pushing herself away from my body.

I instantly missed her warmth, but then I caught her sneaky looking grin. I jumped, tensing up as the girl dumped icy cold water over my head. I gasped and spluttered before reaching out to grab her blindly as water covered my face, but she was gone.

Now cold and dripping wet, I snorted and shook my head, spraying water everywhere. Oh you just started something you're gonna regret. I muttered mentally.

Jean and Scott just sat at the table with wide eyes. Probably not my normal reaction. Ah well, who cares? I've got a girl to catch. And I walked dripping wet out of the room.