Logan got rid of the soaked mattress when he woke up to see that he was completely healed, thanks to that one man who had been by his side since the beginning.
He washed up and did everything necessary to clean up the room. With his ability to speed up his activities, all this took him thirty minutes.
While he was looking into the mirror, reminiscing about the battle he survived, Adalyn appeared in his mind.
'She wants to know everything,' something in his head said.
'But I can't tell her now… I know she isn't normal but I don't know if she's like us,' he walked away from the mirror and left his room.
'What if she's like us?'
This question made Logan halt. He had thought about it several times but had never concluded on what he would do or what advantage it would be to him if Adalyn was like him.
'I don't know…she's very different. I cannot predict her actions because…well…she has two personalities,' he continued pacing forward.
Logan entered the kitchen and made breakfast before heading upstairs to Adalyn's room. He wasn't expecting Adalyn to be up by 9 am.
In the past two weeks, she had changed a lot about his house, even the painting of the house was changed. The change wasn't to his taste but he was willing to adjust his lifestyle for her. He had to learn how to if he wanted children.
When Logan reached the front of Adalyn's room, he pressed the door knob to know if the door was locked but it wasn't so he decided to sneak in, thinking Adalyn was still asleep.
He closed the door gently and turned to look around as even at first glance, he saw that the room had changed a lot. Nothing was left the way it was and the room looked like it was completely pink.
However, instead of studying the room, his eyes landed on her questioning eyes, asking, 'Why are you here?' or 'What are you doing here?'
'She's awake, oh my!' Logan didn't plan what he'd do if he met her awake so he changed the awkwardness and he greeted her. "Good morning."
…
Adalyn eventually took off the T-shirt he was wearing so she could confirm that he was truly healed but little did she know that what she did was exciting to Logan.
The first time she drew his shirt up, he was stunned and happy at the same time but when she was about to take his shorts off to see if his legs healed too, he had to stop her because he had nothing underneath his shorts.
However, her actions to undress him just to confirm his recovery surprised him. Was she that curious about him?
Adalyn pulled her hands out of his hold and drew his shirt off his body, tiptoeing because he was taller than her.
Now, Logan was half-naked in front of her, waiting for her to judge if he had completely healed.
She surprised him even more by punching him on his abdomen.
"Ugh," he reacted but the pain disappeared in a second. "What's that for, Adalyn?" He asked calmly, looking bored and sleepy as usual.
"You really heal yourself," she repeated it as if Logan was showing her for the first time.
"What are you?" She asked.
"Adalyn…" Logan picked his shirt to wear it back on but that scene sent memories to her head.
Adalyn remembered John and how he betrayed her but when those memories were about to take over her mind, she discarded it. John was the past and she needed to accept her fate as it is.
"... I'll tell you everything when the time is right," he walked closer to her and placed both his hands on her shoulders. Their eyes touched. "She has so many questions with curiosity written all over her face. Should she be scared of the man in front of her because everyone calls him a monster, a sorcerer who uses people for his wealth or just accept that he's her husband? But with all these abilities he possessed, he could actually be what they call him…"
Adalyn wasn't impressed but she admitted that Logan wasn't wrong about what she was thinking. "So now, you read minds."
"I don't but I can tell what my wife feels because she's my other half."
Adalyn laughed.
"So much to gain my trust," she wasn't planning to fall for his tricks.
"I'm not a monster, I used no one for my wealth and I didn't marry you to kill you. I'm just a being who wants to find his home, perhaps with you before I die."
Adalyn removed his hands from her shoulders because his words were irritating her. "I don't care bro," she said with a grimace.
"I made breakfast," Logan announced, reminding Adalyn of the sandwich she ate weeks ago. Oh, she'd love to have that for breakfast but her ego wouldn't let her show it.
"Whatever," she looked away.
"Care to join me, wife?"
"Firstly, don't call me your wife and secondly, I don't want to eat with you."
"I'm sorry but this time…" he grabbed her body in less than a second and had her over his shoulder.
The next moment, Adalyn found herself in the kitchen. Logan pulled a chair for her to sit while she eyed the breakfast on the table.
"I said I don't…are you forcing me to eat?" She challenged him.
"You want it and I know. I'm just helping you accept it all," Logan smiled gently at her and used his head as a gesture for her to sit.
"Don't ever force me into anything," she warned him before sitting.
"Okay!" He shrugged and sat beside her.
Logan served her breakfast before doing the same for himself.
The silence between them grew as they ate but after some time, Logan broke it.
"I love your nails. Trust me, they look very good on you, match the tone of your skin even with the art on it," he had to say it or else he'd hate himself.
Adalyn was surprised to hear that from a man. She never knew a man would actually like this kind of art. She remained stunned for a while, feeling beautiful about her nails but then a thought struck her mind.
Her eyebrows knitted as she faced Logan. "You are gay…" she literally concluded that.