Despite the lack of dreams, I had a peaceful night of rest and woke up refreshed. Lying in my bed and looking up, I recall the events of the previous evening. My cheeks grew warm and my heart rate accelerated as memories flooded over me. I gave Logan a blowjob... and it was just as I had always fantasized it to be, with him taking control and directing me.
A broad smile spreads across my face as I enjoy the lasting satisfaction from last night. He held my hand all the way back to his home, only letting go of it once I had parked his car in the driveway. After a quick "good night" from him, he stepped out of the vehicle. I decided to leave his car there and walk back home. It was quite a long walk but with my replaying the entire event in a loop, it didn't even feel like twenty minutes.
My alarm goes off on its place on the nightstand and my eyes move towards it. My smile stretches beyond control and my heart swells. I am eager to see him once more.
I leap out of bed and head straight to the bathroom attached to my room for a shower. However, what was intended to be a quick refreshing routine, evolved into more of a pleasurable indulgence, with my index and middle finger plunging in and out of my ass. The warm vapor fills the glass enclosure of the shower, clinging to each surface. I pant and moan with my face pressed against the misty surface, calling out only one name repeatedly.
Once I'm dressed and have kept my excitement in check, I focus on preparing breakfast for us both. Cooking is an activity that I thoroughly enjoy, and when it's done for Logan, it brings me high satisfaction. Anything done for and with Logan becomes the highlight of my mundane, humdrum life.
I consider making my specialty, the pancakes that Logan had initially objected to but now loves. The thought makes me chuckle. Maybe it is the same between us?
Us...
Logan and I...
What are we now?
My eyes scan the wall clock, wondering when the hunter would show up. As I whisk the cream in the bowl, I bite my lip. "He's late...", I mutter, slowing down for a moment and looking up, before shaking my head and focusing on the pancake in the pan again. I'm simply being impatient. He's merely ten minutes late.
I stack the pancakes on two plates, coating them with whipped cream. In the end, I garnish them with blueberry and strawberry slices. Taking the plates to our designated dining area outside the kitchen, I cast a glance at the clock once more. A frown appears on my face realizing that it's almost fifty minutes past our agreed time. I place the plates in front of our seats.
"He was drunk last night...", I think out loud while heading back to my room, to retrieve my phone. "Is he suffering from a hangover? Perhaps I should have contacted him earlier in the morning to check on him...", I muse after picking up my device from beside the bed. I dial Logan's number and the call connects, going through. Yet, it abruptly cuts off after I hear three ringing tones.
My eyebrows knit together in confusion and I dial Logan's number once more. Unfortunately, it is disconnected once more, barely after it connects. Looking concerned, I send him a text message instead.
Collen: "Hey, Logan. Are you alright?"
Collen: "You haven't shown up for our training yet."
Collen: "You also rejected two of my calls."
Biting my lip, I decide against sending the last text message. Hesitantly, I make my way back down the stairs and keep my gaze on the display of my phone. I see that my messages have been received but no acknowledgment has been given.
