I wake up to a thumb gently caressing my cheek, its rough texture as if smudging some non-existent dirt off my skin. It doesn't take me long to become fully aware of Logan's presence, and his naked chest pressed against my back, while his left arm is wrapped around my torso. As the memories of last night's intimate encounter flash before my eyes, along with Logan taking it upon himself to clean the cum off my stomach and out of my ass, I am overwhelmed with different emotions.
Blushing hard at the memories of my ass sticking high in the air while Logan dug his semen out of my hole, I try to turn my head to face the male behind me, only to be prevented by his arm tightening around my waist. "Don't!", he warns in a hushed tone and my eyebrows furrow in confusion.
"Huh?", I ask and feel him bury his face in my hair.
His hot breaths fan the rear of my neck, which sends a wave of pleasure through my body, and he shifts a little against me, his right hand moving from my cheek to my throat to form a firm grip around it. "Don't move...", he warns again, his lips grazing my skin as he does, "Don't speak. Just...don't." Unsure of the reason for his words and actions, a brief frown crosses my features. Logan's voice alone conveys that he is struggling but with what, is the question. Is it his shoulder? Did he strain it while sleeping beside me?
The concern for my beloved overpowers my ability to stay still. I resist as much as I can but soon end up grabbing his weak hand around my throat and voicing my concern, "Are you okay?" Following my words, the hunter lets out a long, deep groan, before finally removing his arms from me.
In a slightly annoyed manner, he grumbles, "You just can't hold it in, can you?", while rolling over to his back. I quickly turn my body to face his and find him rubbing his face, with an evident sense of frustration. Before I can question what happened, the silver-haired male suddenly gets out of the bed, revealing his gorgeous and naked body, as he lets the blanket slide off, and fall to the floor.
"Logan?", I hastily raise myself up in the bed, panic settling in as he starts gathering his clothes off the floor and putting them back on. "W-Wait, did I do something wrong?", my voice comes out shaky.
"No...", he quietly replies as he buttons his shirt, his eyes avoiding my gaze. "Just that I...can't stay in bed with you.", Logan adds and his jaw clenches as if suppressing some kind of emotion.
"But—", I rush out of bed, and almost reach Logan, but he quickly steps backward, halting me in my tracks. My chest constricts and I swallow thickly as he raises his hand in the air between us.
When Logan's eyes finally focus on me, he appears troubled, somewhat scared, and out of his comfort zone. Perhaps I'm pushing him too far. Perhaps I already did.
Perhaps his request for me to remain motionless and silent, was just him seeking some time to come to terms with the fact that he was lying next to a naked male, his gentle caresses on my cheek serving as a tool for him to gradually accept it. His remark 'You just can't hold it in, can you?' merely an indication of his disappointment in me rushing him.
I lower my head and slowly step back, grabbing the blanket from the bed to conceal my nether region. The male returns to buckling his belt before muttering, "I will see you downstairs." I give him a small nod and watch as he exits the room. The knowledge that he's not really leaving provides me with some comfort and I embrace it.
Without wasting more time, I proceed to the bathroom to freshen myself, and then wear a fresh pair of clothes before heading down the stairs. As I enter the dining room, I look through the doorway leading to the living room. Not finding Logan there, I pass through the entryway to the kitchen in search of him. The silver-haired male is standing by the counter, brewing coffee for himself.
