Logan vaguely noticed the path of her eyes as he got onto the bed, realizing that she was commenting on his tattoo, not the part of his anatomy less than six inches away from it, which she’d also never seen, though he wouldn’t describe it as cute. He made a conscious decision not to tell her that he’d gotten the tattoo while drunk because, ‘any time a girl sees it, I’m getting lucky!’ The last time he’d explained that, he’d gotten slapped.<br/><br/>He pulled away slightly when she started comparing herself to his usual one-night stand, raising an eyebrow. “You are not one-night stand material.” He said quietly. He didn’t exactly know what it would be, but he knew that he didn’t intend on getting what he wanted and leaving, he had more respect for Kathy than to do that. His train of thought was derailed when he felt Kathy’s ass grinding against him, closing his eyes for a split second.<br/><br/>Thinking time was over. His hand continued sliding upward, resting between her breasts, while he shifted himself slightly to be able to kiss her. He used his usual strategy for a first kiss - don’t hesitate, don’t think about it, just do it. He didn’t want to overthink what they were doing - no Matt, no weirdness, no drama. Just them, in the bed, very naked.