As Jean and Logan tangled in sheets and sunlight, the sound of rain wrapped them in something that felt almost like peace.
The rain had eased to a gentle drizzle by the time both of them finally left the warmth of their room.
In the kitchen, the staff had already prepared breakfast, but Jean surprised Logan by insisting she wanted to do something herself. For him. Even if it was just pouring juice and toasting bread.
They sat across from each other at the long marble island, plates steaming with scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and a basket of warm pastries between them.
Logan, still half in awe of the night they'd shared, caught himself just watching her. The way her hair tumbled messily over one shoulder, how she crinkled her nose a little before taking a big bite of croissant.
"What?" Jean asked around a mouthful, cheeks faintly pink.
"Nothing," Logan said, his lips quirking into a grin. "Just... you seem to have quite the appetite this morning."
