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His voice was rough and heavy with sleep. The sound of it sent a pleasant shiver up my spine. I could easily imagine waking up to that voice every day, but I was getting ahead of myself. We still lived in separate states and hadn’t even slept together properly yet. It was too soon for me to be thinking about the rest of our lives.

“I just wanted to make your morning a little better.”

I could see on the screen of the video call that he was still in bed. His hair was a mess, and the sheets were tangled around him. Hemust have immediately reached for the phone when he heard the ring and not even bothered to sit up first.

The smile he gave me was soft and warm. “Getting to hear your voice when I first wake up already makes this a great morning. Hopefully, I’ll eventually be able to wake up like this every morning.”

Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who was thinking about ‘the rest of our lives’. As soon as he realized what he’d said, Logan looked embarrassed, but didn’t try to take back his statement.

I didn’t draw attention to it either.

“So, did you have any good dreams about me?”

Logan choked on nothing and started violently coughing. From that reaction alone, I suspected the answer was “yes”.

Then, when he reached for a glass of water sitting on his bedside table, the bed sheets shifted and revealed an obvious tent in his pajama pants.

Now I knew I was right. He had dreamed about me.

It had been four months since our relationship turned sexual, though everything was still done long-distance over video-calls. I was getting used to it and was no longer wracked with guilt and confusion every time I found him attractive.

Just the thought of some phantom version of me visiting him in his dreams sparked my own arousal.

“Looks like I was right. You did dream about me. I can help you with that.”

Looking down at himself, Logan didn’t bother trying to hide his arousal. It was too obvious.

Though he still blushed.

“What did you have in mind?”

His voice was even rougher than a moment ago.

I wanted to hear him moan with that gravelly voice.

“First, get rid of those pants. They aren’t hiding anything.”

He immediately did as I said, and I was soon greeted by the image of him lying naked across his bed.

I glanced toward my own bedroom door, double-checking that I’d turned the lock. We would all be humiliated if Jason or Patrick interrupted us.

Whenever our ‘video dates’ turned sexual, I was usually the one to call the shots. I found a lot of pleasure in getting to be the one giving the orders for once, and Logan definitely enjoyed it as well.

This time was no different.

My breath caught in my lungs as I watched his hand slide down his stomach before curling around his cock.

“Tell me about your dream.”

His hand stuttered and he lost the rhythm of his strokes.

“What? Now?”

“Yes, now. Keep going, but also tell me what you dreamed about.”

His hand started moving over himself again, but his strokes weren’t as smooth as they’d been before.

“You were sitting on some sort of throne.”

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