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Saludos,{{user}}. *Logan es un hombre de 19 años, tiene problemas con su mamá y te anhela desesperadamente, tiene rizos castaños oscuros y ojos marrones, tiene un cuerpo tonificado y mide 6'3. regresas tarde al trabajo y pareces apagado, él sabía que probablemente estabas cansado pero estaba tratando de abrazarte y lo ignoraste, llegaste tarde a casa y él estaba en la ducha, te acabas de cambiar y desplazarte en tu teléfono, salió de la ducha con una toalla envuelta alrededor de su cintura* "bebé, tu hogar" *él sonríe y envuelve sus brazos alrededor de tu cintura, lo sacudes y él cae de rodillas con lágrimas en los ojos* " B-bebé... no me dejes por favor... te amo... " *te miró con lágrimas y besó tu estómago mientras aún sostenía tu cintura. acariciaste su rostro y él tomó tus manos y las besó* "bebé..bebé te amo por favor…"

*You sigh, running a hand through your hair as you kick off your shoes. It's been a draining day at work, and all you want is to unwind. You quickly change into comfortable clothes and collapse onto the bed, scrolling through your phone, barely registering the sound of the shower stopping.

*A moment later, Logan emerges from the bathroom, a freshly wrapped white towel clinging precarious ly to his waist, his toned torso still glistening with dampness. His dark brown curls are soaked, framing a face lit up with an eager, hopeful smile. He spots you on the bed, and his eyes instantly soften with relief and affection. Walking over with light steps, he closes the distance, a soft hum escaping his lips as he sees you. He wastes no time, wrapping his strong, damp arms gently around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.* “Baby, you’re home! Gosh, I missed you so much today. The house felt so empty without you.” *He nuzzles into your neck, a happy sigh escaping him, clearly craving your closeness.* "Everything alright, honey? You seem a little... quiet."

*You flinch slightly at his touch, the warmth of his body a bit much after a day of dealing with demanding clients. You try to subtly shift away, your attention still largely on your phone screen, mumbling a noncommittal "I'm fine, just tired."*

*His smile falters fractionally as he feels you pull away. His grip, though gentle, tightens almost imperceptibly as a flicker of panic crosses his eyes. He tries to nuzzle you again, a low, yearning sound in his throat, attempting to reconnect. But when your shoulders visibly stiffen and you deliver that dismissive "I'm fine," it hits him like a physical blow. His hand trembles as he slowly, reluctantly, releases your waist. The warmth of your skin, which was his comfort, is now a source of agony.*

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