Aimee's POV
I woke up and the first thing I saw was a cracked ceiling. I looked around trying to remember what had happend. The it all came rushing back to me at once. Waking up to the violent shaking, walls crashing down all around me, Logan... Logan!! Where was he?
I got up and I realised where I was. I was in the dining room of my house, laying in a sleeping Logans lap. I then remembered the table crashing down on top of me... speaking of tops, where was mine? I looked down at myself and saw that I was only in my dark purple lacy bra and a pair of Tweety Bird pyjama pants. I attempted to get up without waking up Logan. Attempt failed. As soon as I moved he jumped up pushing me to the floor. "Oh my god! Aimee are you okay?!" Logan asked in such a rush I could barely understand him. "I'm fine!" I snapped at him "Would you mind explaining to me why I'm half naked?!" He looked at me bewildered like a deer caught in the headlights of an on-coming car. "umm... well I... you see... I had to take off your top because the table smashed onto your back and it ripped your top. You had cuts and scratches all over the place so I had to clean them before they got infected. I'm sorry, I didn't peek I swear!!" He stuttered. Much to my surprise, I actually believed him! "Thanks" I mumble so quietly I wasn't sure he heard me. "No problem he replied"
I went over to dig for my supply kit in the remains of the smashed table. I could feel Logans gaze roaming my body. "I thought I was a geek?" I asked Logan. "What?" he asked confused. "You said I was a geek, so why are you checking me out?" A look of realisation suddenly replaced the confused one on his face. I think for a mili-second I even saw him blush. If he did, he quickly composed his expresion to one of what seemed like boredom. "I said you were a geek, I didn't say you weren't hot" This time it was my turn to blush. I quickly turned around so he wouldn't see. "I saw that!" he exclaimed "Whatever" I mumbled quietly and went back to searching for my bag. I finally found it, but not quick enough because I could still feel Logans line of sight scouring my body. I rumaged through my bag and found a graphic-tee I had packed. It was light blue with a cartoon of a cat dressed as a DJ. As I pulled it over my head I noticed Logan's eyes nearly bugging out of his head. I looked at him and said "What?" He jumped like he had just been brought out of a day-dream. "Nothing, sorry." he mumbled so softly I could barely make out what he said. "It's fine." I said. He looked up and smiled such a warm smile my heart skipped a beat. Logan must have noticed a change in me because he lightly chuckled. "So... Do you think we should head outside?" I suggested, I wanted to see how much damage had been done. "Umm... sure. We need to be carefull and stick together though." Logan said tentatively. "No shit Sherlock!" I said sarcasticly. And with that we picked up our bags and headed out the front door not knowing what awaited us...
