Chapter 40 Not a dream
Ava
The morning light spilled through the curtains, warm and soft against my skin. For a second, I didn’t move. My body was tangled in sheets that smelled faintly of laundry soap and Logan. It took another heartbeat for my memory to catch up.
Last night.
It really happened,not just a dream!
His lips. His hands. The way he whispered my name like it meant something sacred.
I turned slowly, the sheet slipping down to my waist as I did, and found him beside me. Logan was still asleep, his chest rising and falling with a steady rhythm.
One arm was slung across his eyes, hair was a perfect mess, and the bare skin of his torso was half-exposed, making my pulse do a weird, giddy jump.
Okay I'm weird now!
God, he looked unfairly good even in the morning.
My gaze drifted lower, to where the sheet barely covered his hips. I bit my lip, suddenly warm all over again. I remembered the way he’d kissed me last night, the way he’d whispered all the things he wanted to do and then actually did them.
And I didn’t regret a single thing.
He stirred, murmuring something as his arm dropped, and his eyes blinked open slowly. He squinted at me, then smiled.
"Morning, babe."
My heart did a somersault.
"Hey," I said softly, brushing a strand of hair out of his face.
He reached for me lazily, tugging me closer. "Please tell me last night wasn’t a dream."
I laughed, burying my face against his chest. "Not a dream."
His fingers traced circles along my back. "Good. Because I plan on making it up to you. Repeatedly."
I looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. "Making it up to me? For what, exactly?"
He gave me that cocky grin that always made my knees weak. "For waiting this long to have you like that."
Heat rose to my cheeks. "You’re such a flirt."
"Only with you."
I sighed contentedly, snuggling against him. For a few minutes, we stayed there in silence, breathing each other in.
"You okay?" he asked after a while.
I nodded. "More than okay."
"No regrets?"
"None. You?"
He cupped my face gently. "Fuck it Ava! Do I look like I regret anything?".
" I've been with many girls in my life but I've never felt this content like I have with you,call me cheesy but it is what it is”.
His lips found mine in a slow, deep kiss that curled my toes. The kind of kiss that promised more. And oh, he delivered.
Before I knew it, I was on my back, his body pressing into mine, lips trailing down my neck, hand sliding under the sheets.
“Logan,” I whispered, breathless, already aching for him again.
“Yeah?” he murmured against my collarbone, his voice was hoarse and hot.
“I think we’re gonna be late.”
He chuckled. “Then let’s make it worth it.”
"You look so fucking beautiful like this," he whispered, his voice thick with lust.
His fingers easily found my clit, circling it gently as he sucked on my neck. I moaned softly, arching my back to give him better access. "We're going to be late to college," I gasped, but Logan just laughed and continued his exploration.
"We'll have just one more round," he promised, his fingers slipping inside me as he rolled me onto my stomach. "I want to fuck you from behind."
I obliged, pushing my ass up in the air as Logan positioned himself behind me. He rubbed his hard cock against my entrance, teasing me before slowly sliding inside. "Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he began to thrust.
I cried out as he filled me, my body trembling with pleasure. Logan's thrusts grew harder and faster, his fingers digging into my skin as he fucked me relentlessly. "God, I love fucking you like this," he panted, his voice thick with lust.
I could feel the pressure building inside me, my body tensing as I neared the edge. Logan's hand snaked around to my clit, his fingers rubbing circles as he pounded into me. "Come for me, baby," he growled, and I did, my body shuddering with pleasure as I came hard around his cock.
Logan wasn't far behind, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased his own release. "Fuck, I'm gonna come," he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he slammed into me one final time. I could feel his cock twitching inside me as he came, filling me with his hot cum.
We collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweaty. "Fuck, that was amazing," Logan panted, his hand reaching out to stroke my hair. "But we really do need to get to college."
An hour later, I stood in front of the mirror in his bathroom, trying to make myself look like I hadn’t just had the most mind-blowing morning of my life. My cheeks were still flushed, and my lips a little swollen from all the kissing.
I looked like I just had sex!
When I stepped out, Logan was already dressed, leaning against the doorway with a fresh black t-shirt stretched across his chest and that lazy, satisfied smile on his face.
“You’re glowing,” he teased.
I rolled my eyes. “Shut up. You’re the one who made me like this .”
He came over, looping his arms around my waist and tugging me in. “You love it.”
“Unfortunately.”
He grinned and kissed my forehead. “Come on, I’ll drop you off.”
At the campus, everything looked normal ,students rushing to class , laughter in the distance. But I wasn’t normal.
Not inside. Inside, I was still feeling the echo of Logan’s touch, the heat of his mouth, the way he had looked at me when he said he missed me.
We walked together toward the main building. Just before we reached the doors, he stopped, grabbing my hand and pulling me back.
“Logan…”
He didn’t let me finish. Instead, he spun me into him, lowered his head, and kissed me right there in front of everyone.
It was not a soft, innocent kiss either, it was the kind that turned heads and made girls whisper.
He was showing off! Possessive asshole!
My hand gripped his shirt as he deepened it for a second before pulling back, smug satisfaction all over his face.
“You can’t just do that,” I said, breathless.
“Why not?” he smirked. “You’re mine.”
“Don't leave without telling me, I'll drop you off at the diner" Logan said pressing a kiss on my forehead.
My cheeks burned as I walked inside, aware of all the eyes on me and the fire still blazing in my chest.
Charlotte found me in class, sliding into the seat next to mine with her usual grin. But the second she looked at me, her expression changed.
“Oh. My. God,” she whispered.
I blinked. “What?”
“Why are you blushing like that?”
“I’m not.”
“You totally are. Spill. What happened after the party?”
I bit my lip, staring at my notebook.
“AVAAAA,” she gasped. “You slept with Logan, didn’t you?”
I didn’t answer.
“Oh my god. YOU DID!” she shrieked in a whisper. “You totally did! You little minx. Was it good?”
“Charlotte!”
“What? I need details. This is big! I’ve been rooting for you two since the beginning.”
I tried to shush her, looking around, but she was relentless.
“Was it slow and sweet? Or rough and wild? Or both?”
I covered my face with my hands. “Please stop.”
She leaned closer, grinning. “The blush says it all. Damn, Ava. You got it bad.”
I peeked at her through my fingers, barely hiding my smile. “Yeah… I really do.”
Charlotte squealed quietly, bouncing in her seat. “Best morning gossip ever. I love college.”
And despite everything, I couldn’t help but laugh. Because even though everything still felt like a dream, one thing was crystal clear…
Logan and I? We were just getting started.
And I'm planning to make the best out of it!
Because he's mine now
Only mine!