Gwen stumbled into The Vixen hoping to find Logan, feeling the bass of the music pumping through the floor and into her feet. She hadn't been able to get him out of her mind or dreams. Couldn't get the way his lips felt on hers' or the way his hands felt on her in her dreams. The way the atmosphere around them thickened and the space between them felt like a magnetic pull. There was something akin to destiny between them, a force, like a rubber band, pulling them together through time and space. She had to find him again. Craved to find him again.
The nightclub was busier than usual, and it was hard for her to find the man of mystery. She wandered through the crowd of dancing bodies towards the bar. The more she looked around, the more disoriented she became. There was no sign of Logan a
