He woke up to find her perched in the chair beside his bed, fully covered, gloves on her delicate hands as she watched him and he half smiled, casting a glance at the alarm clock.





4:27 a.m.





“Problems sleeping kid?” He rolled to his side, to better see her.





“I have a question.”





“One that couldn’t wait to a normal hour?”





She rolled her eyes. “This is the freak zone, Logan. There is no normal anything here.”





“Point made.”





“Back to my question.”





“Lay it on me.”





“I need you to be honest. This is important. Don’t bullshit me.”





He raised an eyebrow. “Have I ever bullshitted you?”





“No. But this is important.”





“Got it. Important. What do you need to know?”





“Am I pretty?”





“What?”





“Pretty. Me. Am I?”





“You doubt it?” He set up, frowning. “Kid, you’re a knock out.”





“Really?”





“Hell yeah. Why do you even have to ask?”





“My first boyfriend went into a coma and I think my current boyfriend is gay.”





“Excuse me?”





“Gay. Bobby. I think he is.”





“Why do you think that?”





“He looks at John the way you look at Jean.”





“And how do I look at Jean?” Why were they having this conversation?





“You look at her like you want to fuck her.”





“Marie…”





“Sorry. But that’s what the you in my head calls it. Fucking.”





He ran a hand through his hair, unable to believe he was talking about sex with Marie in the middle of the night.





Shit.





“You do want to fuck Jean, don’t you? And answer me honestly.”





“If she were to offer, in a different time and place, yeah, I would fuck her.”





“Well, I think Bobby wants to fuck John and you want to fuck Jean and I have to say, I am a little bummed out that no one wants to fuck me.”





“You don’t want anyone to fuck you, kid.”





She frowned on that. “I don’t?”





“No. Fucking is…well, it’s only physical.”





“And that’s bad?”





“Not really. It’s okay. At times. But you ain’t a girl that a guy fucks just to fuck.”





“Cause of my skin?”





“Because you’re special, because you are you, you’re Marie and that makes you far different than Jean or any other woman a man meets in a bar.”





“You met me in a bar.”





“Actually, kid, our formal introductions took place in my truck.”





“Well, you saw me in a bar.”





“I did.”





“And what did you think when you saw me?”





“I thought you were the most perfect thing I had ever seen and I knew nothing in my life would ever be the same.”





“Logan…”





But he shook his head. “Too soon.”





“Too soon?”





“It’s too soon to say what we want to say and it’s too soon to do what I want to do to you and with you.”





“You want to have sex with me?” She sounded hopeful.





“I want to make love to you, Marie, there is a difference.”





“Really?”





“Really.”





“So when…”





“Soon. Not yet. But soon.”





“What about my skin?”





“Kid, I can get around your skin. Already got some ideas.”





“You do?”





“I do. So does that answer you questions?”





“I think so. I don’t really care if Bobby thinks I’m pretty as long as you do.”





He smiled at that. “I think you’re perfect.”





“I think you’re perfect too.”





She slid from the chair and moved to the bed. “Can I stay?”





“Promise to behave? I need some sleep.”





“Cross my heart.”





He moved over and she laid down beside him.





“Good night, Logan.”





“Good night, beautiful.”





He could see her smile. “I like that better than kid.”





“I thought you might.”





THE END