The room was dim, cast in the amber glow of the bedside lamp. Outside, the city's noise had quieted to a gentle hum, distant and dull… like the world knew something sacred had just unfolded within these four walls.
Even though Logan didn't go all the way as he is used to with other women. He was still satisfied that he could feel much closer to Jean now.
Jean lay curled against Logan's chest, her body still tingling, her heart still racing… but for the first time, not from fear.
His arm was wrapped around her back, protective yet loose, letting her move if she wanted. She didn't. His other hand played with strands of her hair, occasionally pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. No words were exchanged. There was no need for any.
Until Jean spoke, her voice barely a whisper.
"That was… the first time I didn't feel… afraid."
Logan's hand paused in her hair.
She felt him exhale softly, almost like relief, before he kissed her again.
"You never have to be afraid of me."
