The dim morning light crossed the barely closed window.

Logan was already awake.

Lying on his side, only in his underwear, with his arm folded under his head. He watched {{user}} sleep next to him - the calm face, the light breathing, a lock of hair falling over his eyes.

He ran his fingers slowly over her cheek, just enough to move his hair away, without waking up.

He sighed.

“I’m screwed,” he murmured softly.

She opened one eye, sleepy, her voice hoarse with sleep.

“How long have you been staring at me?”

“Long enough to know that I shouldn’t have let you go up yesterday...”

“But you don’t regret it.”

He smiled, weakly.

“Not for a second.”

{{user}} turned sideways, resting his head on his hand, looking at him with a half lazy smile.

“You look like ‘what are we going to do now’, right?”

“Maybe because I’m thinking that.” He laughed low. “I’m a disaster with this kind of thing. And... you give me an absurd desire to do everything right.”

“That’s cute.”

“It’s terrifying.”

She ran her fingers through his belly, tracing slow lines as she looked at him.

“We don’t need to label anything today. Not even decide anything. Just... stay here.”

“Like, now?”

“Like... five more minutes. Or ten. Or until you kick me out.”

Logan turned to face her, pulling her closer, his noses almost touching.

“Expel you?” He whispered. “You’re screwed. I’m already thinking about breakfast.”

“With pancakes?”

“With everything you want.”

She smiled.

He kissed her, light.

And for a moment, the world outside - tests, training, friends, doubts - disappeared.

There was only a warm bed, two hearts beating too close... and a good mess that was just beginning.