You and Logan had been together for a year now, a wild, unbreakable kind of love.

It was a stormy night at the X-Manson, thunder rumbling low in the distance. Curled up in bed, you lay tangled together, skin to skin. Logan held you close, impossibly close, his breath warm against your neck. His thick beard brushed your skin, rough and teasing, making you shiver as he nuzzled in deeper.

You smiled in the dark, safe in his arms, where the world couldn’t touch you.