That time should never have happened
The car drove to your house, Logan already familiar with the route from the other times he'd driven you.
You opened the door to your apartment. You were lucky it wasn't messy this time. You hoped to at least make a decent impression on Logan.
But honestly, tiredness seemed far more important than anything else. Even though you wanted to sound friendly and ask Logan if he needed anything, he was glad he didn't, so you simply led him straight to your room, with you leading the way and him trailing.
Logan lay down on your bed asking for permission, with his pants and white tank top, while you took off his shirt, leaving it hanging on a hanger, you felt Logan's eyes stare directly at your back and half-naked body, but with everything they had already done, you no longer wanted anything else to happen, even though it wouldn't bother you, you finally put on an oversized t-shirt that you used as pajamas, sitting on your bed, it wasn't until the man with the claws took you by the waist bringing you closer to him, a soft laugh escaping from you, lying down like that and honestly you didn't object, so you let him surround you while you rest your head on his chest, it felt nice.
-Hey Logan- you said softly as you settled on his chest. You heard a slight "hmmm" in response as his hand settled on your waist -You know, I've been interested in you since the first time I saw you. I appreciate you telling me about yourself, but we're still complete strangers. What will happen tomorrow? Will you just leave, leave a note, and move on with your life while I move on with mine? Likewise- you said, yawning.-You've made me happy- Your voice grew less intense with each word, but no words were disconnected from the other. You didn't know if he was really awake or if he had even heard what you mentioned as silence fell between you. His chest rose and fell with his slow breathing, just like yours. Calm was what filled the place, the slightest noises from outside where everything was beginning to work, until you calmly fell asleep.
Some time had passed, how much? You couldn't determine, but your dream ended when you tossed and turned in bed, feeling a discomfort on your face from the mid-afternoon sun that came in through the window, since, stupidly, you hadn't drawn the curtain. But when you moved your hand almost unconsciously, looking for the person who had been accompanying you all night, the surprise was that no one was there, but you weren't surprised enough, there was never anyone by your side. But the annoying sun made you get out of bed, sitting on the mattress, seeing that the shirt you had left on the hanger was no longer there, as well as its owner. To tell the truth, you didn't expect yours and Logan's to be a blossoming love, it was only a one-night stand, but at least you expected to open the door to him.
Finally, you got out of bed. Surely, your appearance wasn't the best. Well, who was when they got up? So, you headed to the bathroom, but along the way, noises stopped, noises coming from the kitchen. So, you slowly turned around, peeking into the hallway that connected your bedroom door to the living room/kitchen. And it wasn't an intruder, or a rat or anything like that. It was Logan, who was washing his shirt in your sink.
-Uh...hi- you said, slightly surprised to see him and now feeling uglier than usual.
He wasn't surprised; you supposed it's hard to surprise a guy who's lived 200 years.
-Oh, hi- he replied, going back to wash the shirt you'd worn hours earlier.
- I have a washing machine if you'd like- you said, walking near the kitchen.
-No, it's fine- he mentioned as he continued to scrub the fabric under the faucet.
This whole scene seemed like a big joke, plus the growing awkwardness between the two of you, so you just blurted out what you had to say.
-Have you been awake long? I thought... you'd already left, actually- you mentioned, barely hearing anything but the running water.
-Uh, yeah, a little while ago, I just wanted to wash this, you know- he said.
You weren't going to say it, but the fact that the shirt he'd handed you hours ago was the only item he was washing stirred something in you, something you disliked. So you didn't know if there was some kind of camera recording these rather absurd scenes, as if they were two complete strangers in your house. In a way, they were, but Logan had seen and marked more than a complete stranger would have.
Discontent, more on your part than his, continued to build in the air. You cleared your throat. -You didn't answer, were you going to leave, weren't you?-you asked again. You just wanted an honest answer, not just to continue avoiding the elephant in the room. You knew better than anyone that this was a temporary thing, almost capricious and lustful to fulfill, but that was the point, to finally end this suffering of seeing him here, in your house, in your laundry, by your side.
His movements seemed to increase, while time seemed to stop or move forward without any pain.
-Yes, I was going to leave-he finally replied, turning off the tap -It's the best thing for us - he concluded, his voice as raspy as it always had been.
But just when you thought he'd finally stopped talking, his voice came out again.
-This was a coincidence, just a moment of weakness, a mistake- he finally said.
You felt a slight tightness in your chest. You knew what was happening wasn't a fairy tale; he wasn't a prince, and you didn't live in a tower. But it was more than you wanted to hear. The word "mistake" kept repeating itself in your head. You didn't even know how long it took for your voice to echo in your throat.
-Weakness?-you said, looking at him, wishing he'd just shut up forever so you'd never see him again.
-Yes, a moment of weakness- Logan sighed -I shouldn't have spent that night with you- he said once more.
-Well then, I'm sorry for making you "break down." I understand we're nothing. For a moment I thought—you didn't want to finish the sentence-Shit, Logan, I could have accepted any word to refer to a night with me, but I was wrong. Just- anger, sadness, and your broken pride mingled in sentences you couldn't even finish. Your chest felt so much and at the same time, nothing. Until a clear and concise sentence came out of your mouth- Get out of my house.
I couldn't read Logan's emotions; you weren't interested in doing so.
-Wait, cutie, that wasn't what—
But you didn't want to let him finish the sentence
-Don't you hear? Get out- you said clearly and consistently.
-But wait, I want to explain myself, cutie, that's not what I meant to- he was trying to explain himself.
-First, don't call like that- you said, interrupting, the firmness in your voice still there.- And second- the anger was taking more of you than it was of you.
-You know what? I don't care, finish washing that stupid shirt or whatever the fuck you want and go-
You said finally, returning to your room, closing the door behind you. Were you someone stupid? Surely, I expected a lot from basically a nobody, but he took the liberty of touching every particle of yourself.
But you didn't want to hear anything more about him, almost without thinking, you threw yourself onto your bed and fell asleep again. Hours later, you woke up. It seemed to be too late. No more noise could be heard in the house, neither footsteps nor the faucet. Logan had already left.
Likewise, you left your room to confirm the fact, and it was true. Finally, you took the trouble to use the bathroom. That's when you saw yourself for the first time in front of a mirror. The marks on your neck that seemed to run across your body, which the day before had been part of an endless journey of pleasure, were now only memories that you had been a supposed "weakness" on a man's path, because no matter how much of a mutant he was, he was still just that, a simple man like the rest.