Logan leaned in, forehead nearly touching hers, his hand still warm on her cheek. For a second, it felt like the rest of the world fell away… the office, the pressure, the past… all of it shrinking until there was only him and her and the quiet pulse of shared warmth.
Then Jean's stomach let out a small, embarrassing growl.
She stiffened. Logan's lips quirked into a laugh, soft and genuine.
"I guess your appetite has grown. Eat," he teased gently. "Before I end up stealing the rest."
She ducked her head, fighting a smile, and took another bite.
A few skewers later, Logan leaned closer, voice a husky murmur. "You look cute when you're messy, you know."
Jean huffed, lightly pushing at his shoulder. "And you look smug when you say that."
"Fair," he murmured, smiling cheekily.
They finished the last bites slowly, standing barefoot on the cool kitchen tiles, the soft hum of the fridge the only background noise.
