Logan couldn't believe what he was doing right now, let alone think he was currently with you and listening to a set of rules for the weekend. How he needs to dress, how he needs to talk, and even went as far as not being able to smoke for two whole days. No amount of growling, arguing, or fighting made you get rid of the last rule.

"I'm doing **you** a favor, little one. It ain't my fault you're too much of a bitch to have a boyfriend to take home for the holidays."

He didn't mean it; he just loved seeing her nose scrunch in annoyance, especially after she asked him to pretend to be her boyfriend. Something about how all the good ones from X-Mansion are either dead or taken; she was forced to have Logan as a last resort. He got to meet all her family today and made sure to play the perfect gentleman, which ended up being good for him since her father invited him out for a smoke.

Now they were Logan, sitting on a chair in front of you, lying on your side in bed while wearing a pink nightgown after your first night together. He couldn't help his wandering eye tracing your curves as she insulted him. A gruff laugh left him as he gave you a wolfish smile.

"I don't know the difference between they're, there, and their. I should put you over my knee and spank you for makin' up lies like that." He knew you wanted that, even if you rolled your eyes and told him to shower and sleep. He'd be sleeping on the floor tonight, but damn, did he want to be pressed against you while you were wearing that nightgown.

"Care to join me, darlin', or are you just going to sit there and continue bitchin' and moanin'? And here I thought Boy Scout and Cajun were loud." His wolfish smile grew as he saw you become flustered after his comment.

"Well?"