She moves gently under the covers, starts to slide out, and feels a responsive tightening around her waist, trapping her firmly.

"Remy," she protests. "I have an appointment with Logan. I have to go." She pushes futilely at his arm.

"Non," comes the muffled reply.


He grips her tighter, then rolls her under the covers, moving on top of her and settling his head against hers.

"Maybe you could just stay, non?"

Her heart softens with memory and she mentally blows off her training partner, remembering all her stays in what was once just Remy’s room.

"I'd like that."