He pulled back just an inch, breath ragged, their foreheads pressed together, rain still falling around them.
"Jean… if we do this… it's not just a desire for me. I can't be gentle tonight just because you ask. I love you. And it will show. Every kiss, every touch. Are you ready for that?"
Jean's eyes glistened, not just from the rain but from something fonder, deeper… an answer he'd been too afraid to hope for.
"Then show me, Logan," she whispered, voice shaking but sure. "Show me how love is supposed to feel."
The rain drummed on Logan's shoulders, soaking them both to the bone, but none of it registered. All he could taste was Jean… rain sweetened lips, trembling breath, her heart hammering against his chest in time with his own.
When they finally pulled apart, both of them gasping for air, Jean's cheeks were flushed, strands of wet hair stuck to her face, her eyes dark with something raw and vulnerable.
God, she's beautiful…
