I groan and melt in the kiss as Logan pins me to one of the corridors in the headquarters. How is he this bold today? Is he not scared that someone might see us? Is he not scared that they will know about 'Us'? With my fingers buried in his silver locks, I let out a shaky moan as he lowers his lips to my neck, leaving hickeys on my skin.
I turn my head sideways to give him more access and that's when I spot all the other hunters and staff members staring at us with wide eyes. Shock and disgust are clear on their faces. Of course they are disgusted. Homosexuality is not accepted in our kind. In fact, the only accepted relationships are the heterosexual ones.
What will happen now that they know about us? Will they throw us out? Will we be stripped of our tags? Outcasts?
Logan, unfazed by their glares, grabs my chin, forcing me to focus on him only. The moment our eyes meet, he is indeed all I care about. I part my lips and he understands the sign, claiming my lips again, dominating my mouth with such ferocity. I feel his hand unbuttoning my shirt before going for my pants. I moan in delight and involuntarily buck my hips forth, showing my desperation. I'm desperate to feel his touch. Desperate for him to fondle me. Desperate for him to play with me. Desperate for him to thrust deep into me and make me cry out his name.
Just then my phone starts ringing in my pocket and the male tries to pull away from me but I tighten my hold on his hair, telling him to not stop. My device rings again, louder this time, and Logan manages to pull away from me. Such a heartache I feel to be let go.
I open my eyes and find him just staring at me blankly. "Logan?", my brows furrowing. The phone rings once more and I'm suddenly filled with a feeling of dread. A strong fear that I'm going to lose this, lose him. I try to reach out to him but my hand just can't seem to touch him. Panic overwhelms me and I almost stride forth to grab him but phase through him, suddenly ending up falling down a cliff.
With a loud gasp, I wake up in cold sweat on my bed. My leaden-gray orbs keep staring at the ceiling above as my heart beats loudly in my ears.
It...was a dream..?
A frown appears on my face, and I, with a groan, rub it with my hands. Of course, it was a dream... Why else would Logan kiss me? He's not gay. My fingers halt on my lips and my heart squeezes painfully.
Just then, my phone starts ringing again on the bedside table and I narrow my eyes. "You Stupid phone! Couldn't you wait a bit longer??", I complain as I roll to my side and reach out for it. "Do you know how rare wet dreams about Logan are?!" My hand grabs the device and tilts it so I can see the caller's ID on the screen.
The name on the black screen makes me sit up straight with a gasp. I instantly answer it and place it against my ear, "L-Logan!"
"I have been calling you for about ten minutes. Why aren't you answering your phone?", his voice comes from the other side and I rub my eyes.
"Y-You were? I— Why?"
"The training, remember? I told you I would be at your place by 7:30 a.m."
"7:30 a.m...", my eyes flicker to the wall clock and I slam my free hand on my forehead. "Shit!"
"Did you snooze your alarm in your sleep again?", he sounds unimpressed and I gulp.
"No no no! Not at all! I-I'm coming downstairs! Hold on!" Jumping out of bed, I grab my shirt from the nightstand and pull it over my head, wearing it in a haste while I practically run out of my room. Down the corridor and a flight of stairs, I run to the end of the hallway, past the doorways to the dining and living rooms. I stop by the front door before quickly shoving a hand through my hair so it looks presentable.
