Stay Wild

For Now

"Where... am I?" I groaned rather sleepily, turning over and attempting my open my eyes.

Logan lay beside me, he was deep in slumber and was snoring lightly. His shirtless, muscular back was facing me. It was quite a sight to wake up to.

I was tempted to awake him from his state of unconsciousness, but thought better of it. Instead I just laid there for a brief moment, my mind drifting about. Instantaneously, I was reminded of the night before.

I grinned to myself.

I was too preoccupied recounting pleasant memories from the previous night to realize that Logan had awakened and was drowsily stirring beside me. It wasn't until he turned to face me that I took notice of his awakened state. "Morning." He murmured sleepily into the plush pillow.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." Was my cheerful reply.

Logan just laid there, his face sinking into the softness of the pillow. Playfully, I sat up and began to massage his toned back, my hands delicate yet firm as I attempted to ease any physical tension that he was feeling.

Logan instantly relaxed his muscles and he released a soft purr of pleasure and satisfaction, as my hands explored the grooves of his back.

"How does that feel?" I queried, as I began to apply pressure into his upper back.

"Fucking fantastic. Thank you."

After the miniature massage session had concluded, Logan sat up to face me. "You should really consider becoming a massage therapist." He advised, half jokingly.

"Yeah? Maybe I will. I can be your personal masseuse."

"I'd love that." Logan whispered, as he gestured for me to sit in closer proximity to him. I complied, moving slightly forwards. Logan brought a calloused hand to my cheek, his touch so gentle yet so strong. It made my heart skip a beat. He took a sharp breath before leaning in.

"Aren't you ill?" I stuttered, trying to be playful, yet the words sounded skittish, neurotic even.

Logan just grinned. "I feel much better. You cured me." The words left his lips before our two worlds collided. No matter what, we always seemed to find solace in one another, savoring every second, every minute of one each other. The kiss was long and beautiful, Logan's hand caressed my chocolate tresses ever so gingerly, as I wrapped my arms around the nape of his neck.

After what felt like an eternity, we separated. A toothy grin was plastered to Logan's strikingly handsome face. He got up abruptly, reaching out for my hand. Without hesitation, I placed mine in his.

"Come to the kitchen. I'll make you some breakfast." He urged as I stood up off the king sized bed.

He led me out of his bedroom, through the shadowed hallway and into the gargantuan kitchen. I placed myself at the squeaky clean kitchen table while Logan moved towards the Keurig. A moment later, he brought over a French Vanilla, my favourite morning wake-me-up.

"You remembered." I exclaimed with delight as he gently placed the cup in front of me on the table.

"How could I forget?" He asked, before taking a sip of his own steaming beverage. The saccharine aroma of coffee and creamer filled the air.

He moved the chair before taking a seat across from me. "So? What are you thinking this morning? Eggs? Waffles? Pancakes? Bacon? I'll make anything you desire."

My mouth began to water as I thought of all of the delicious choices I had.

"Hmm. Pancakes, please." I said, bringing the French Vanilla to my luscious lips.