Logan can smell it. I'm sure of it. He's been staring at me all day, head cocked to the side, this really cute look of confusion on his face. Why the hell does he have to be so damned cute?
He looks like he wants to devour me now. Thank goddess that Jean, Scott, Professor, Ororo, and the rest of the team are also here in the rec. room with me. I think that's the only thing keeping me safe right now.
If I stay surrounded by people, I think I'll be ok.
M.
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