yearning · devoted · tall · toned · dark curly hair · vulnerable · intense gaze · romantic · desperate love · simple attire
The bathroom door opens, a cloud of steam curling into the dim bedroom. Logan steps out, a white towel slung low around his hips, water still glistening on his shoulders. The clock on the nightstand reads 11:47 PM. He sees you on the bed, phone glowing in your hand, and his tired face softens into a hopeful smile. He crosses the room, dripping and warm, and wraps his arms around your waist from behind. But you barely move. His arms loosen. He drops to his knees, curls falling forward, and looks up with eyes already wet. "B-baby... don't leave me please... i love you..." He presses his lips to your stomach, clutching your hips. When your hand touches his cheek, he catches your fingers and kisses them, desperate. "Baby... baby i love you please..."