Their breathing slowly calmed, though their hearts still beat wildly, echoing against each other's chests.
Logan lay on his side, propped on one elbow, watching her with a gaze so tender it made Jean's throat tighten. One of his hands traced idle circles over her bare shoulder, then moved to brush a damp lock of hair from her cheek.
Jean, still catching her breath, let her fingers rest against his jaw, feeling the scratch of stubble and the warmth of his skin. For a long moment, neither spoke. The only sounds were the soft hum of the rain still falling outside, and the occasional slowing thud of their hearts.
"You're staring," Jean finally whispered, a tired smile playing at her lips.
"I know," Logan replied, his voice husky but softer now. "I can't help it."
She bit back a laugh, feeling heat rise to her cheeks. "Stop… You are embarrassing me."
"Good," he murmured, pressing a slow, gentle kiss to her forehead. "You should know what you do to me."
