❝ 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚. ❞
╰┈➤ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, a rural girl named (y/n) is tending to her family's farm when she notices a nude man running through the field. intrigued and concerned, she decides to investigate, un...
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HE HELD you till the snow stopped.
the coldness of the night was masked by his presence by your side. the warmth enveloping your frail frame felt like a cozy campfire doing its utmost to protect you from the bitter cold night. you felt a sense of security in his embrace, holding you close like a stuffed bear.
his skin burned as hot as the sunshine on a warm summer afternoon, keeping you comfortable throughout the night. but that comforting feeling was suddenly ripped away, leaving you to stir in your sleep.
you groaned in protest to the coldness seeping underneath your thin blanket. you felt the weight of the mattress shift beneath you as blinding lights invaded past your closed eyelids. before you could gather your thoughts, memories of the previous night flooded back in waves.
"sleep well?" the morning voice from above asked, littered with a husk undertone. for a passing moment, the flashbacks seemed like nothing more than a warped fantasy, but now they became all too real.
your tired eyes slowly fluttered open, struggling against the brightness of the unfamiliar room. as you adjusted to the light, you turned to face the silhouette of a man sitting at the edge of the mattress; his features shrouded in the dimly lit room as he fiddled with the buckle of his belt.
"yeah, no thanks to you," you muttered groggily, feeling your entire body aching regretfully. his prideful grin hinted at his inflated ego, showing no remorse for his actions.
"c'mon, what happened to 'don't you dare hold back'?" he asked smugly, making your cheeks flush as the feelings of regret sunk in.
you playfully rolled your eyes in response, pretending like last night wasn't the best sex you've had in a long while. to no one's surprise, he seemed to be doing just fine after your previous midnight fun; even your nail marks on his back left no trace or blemishes the following morning. he is, without a doubt, incredible.
last night meant nothing more than a one-night stand to blow off some well-needed steam. however, even after all that, you still wondered what was next for logan.
summoning the last remnants of strength, you managed to sit up in bed, surprised that you didn't feel as terrible as expected. given everything that has happened, it occurred to you that he must have taken the time to clean you up while you were unconscious, ridding you of the sticky, unpleasant feeling from before.
"are you.. are you leaving?" you spoke daringly through the silence, a hint of sadness staining your voice. he froze as if trying to figure out what to say. you were well aware of how dangerous it was for him to stay in one place for too long, but it still hurt to see him leave.
his eyes revealed what his mouth was too afraid to speak. you despise this growing pit in your stomach, wanting him to stay but understanding why he needs to go.
