Just like in the dream, the kiss was long and warm, with a heat that made her face flush and her heart race as it trailed lower.
Seeing the dream about to repeat itself in real life, Selina quickly pushed him away.
"It's late—I'm going to sleep!"
Logan paused but didn't stop her. He watched as she bolted under the covers, turned off the light, all in one breath. He didn't look angry at all.
"Mm. I guessed right."
Selina didn't want to know what he'd "guessed right," so she clamped her hands over her ears.
Logan frowned, worry in his voice. "What kind of dream would make you act like this? Do I—"
"You satisfy me! You satisfy me!" Selina blurted in a panic, terrified he'd say something gross like 'do I not satisfy you normally?'
Logan: "…"
He hadn't even gotten to 'do I hurt you usually?' when Selina squeezed her eyes shut and practically yelled like she was about to be executed.
