Chapter Twenty One.

A feather like tickle on the exposed skin of the back of my thigh woke me from my dream like state. It slowly made its way upwards, over the underwear I wore and to the band of skin visible between my top and underwear. The motion was being repeated over and over again at a slow pace. I squirmed uncomfortably, not opening my eyes and pressed my body closer to the hard surface I was laying on trying to get away from it.

A quiet, husky chuckle filled the room, "good morning."

I groaned loudly, not wanting to wake up from my sleepy state as I buried my head in Logan's bare chest while mumbling an incoherent, "go away."