His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 135: It was all a dream……. Right?

Chapter 135- It was all a dream.... Right?

Tyler's POV

"Don't worry, Logan," I told him softly. "I can feed myself."

But of course, Logan didn't listen.

He gave me that stubborn look—the one that meant he wasn't going to back down—and said, "You're not strong enough. I'll do it."

I opened my mouth to argue again, but what was the point?

This was Logan.

Once his mind was made up, there was no changing it.

So I sighed and just nodded. "Okay."

He smiled—only a little, but it made my chest feel weird—and then he picked up the spoon and started feeding me.

He'd feed himself, then feed me.

Back and forth. Like we were... I don't know. Sharing something soft. Something intimate.

I wanted to tell him it was too much stress. That he didn't have to do all that. That I was fine.

But I didn't.

Because Logan didn't look like he was stressed.

He didn't act like he was being forced or pushed.

He looked calm.

Focused.

Like this—this moment of taking care of me—was his choice.

So I swallowed the food and swallowed my words too.

The soup was hot, and it helped. The heat made the cold back away, bit by bit. My body was still shivering a little, but not like before.

Then, out of nowhere, a little drop of soup spilled from the spoon and landed right on my jaw.

"Shit," I muttered and reached to wipe it off.

But Logan's hand stopped me.

"Don't," he said.

And before I could even ask why—

He leaned forward, brought his face close to mine, and...

He used his tongue to clean it.

Licked it.

My body froze.

Holy fuck.

My whole face heated up like someone set fire to it.

I couldn't even move. Couldn't think.

He pulled back quickly, his face just as red. "I'm— I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"

But I just gave him a shaky smile. "It's fine. You don't have to apologize."

He looked relieved and continued feeding me like nothing happened, but I couldn't get it out of my head. My jaw still tingled.

The soup was almost gone when he handed me a glass of water. I took a little sip. I didn't even trust my hands to hold it properly.

Once I was done, Logan stood up and took the tray.

"You should lie down," he said gently, tucking me in like I was some sick child. "I'll be right back."

I nodded and closed my eyes, trying to calm the storm that was happening inside my body.

I was cold, yes. But now I was hot too. Too hot.

A few minutes passed.

Then the door creaked open again.

It was Logan.

He must've dropped the tray already.

He didn't say a word. He just walked over to the bed and... lay down beside me.

My entire body stiffened.

My breath caught in my throat. I felt like I'd been hit by something soft but heavy.

He was close. Too close.

His warmth hit me like a wall.

My face turned red all over again. Why the hell was I so nervous?

I was the one who asked him to cuddle me.

I begged him, didn't I?

So why was I now acting like a scared virgin? Like a deer in headlights?

"It's not like anything is going to happen," I whispered to myself.

Even I didn't believe that.

My brain started mocking me.

Yeah right, Tyler. You're lying on a bed with Logan. In this weather. With this body heat. Keep telling yourself that nothing is going to happen.

I shifted a little, trying to give Logan space—just so I wouldn't be a distraction or make things awkward.

But the moment I moved, Logan reached out and pulled me to him.

I gasped hard—too hard—because my ass landed right on his—

His Dick.

He wasn't even aroused. But I could still feel it.

It was... big.

Huge, actually.

And now I couldn't stop thinking about it.

I didn't even want to imagine how it would taste.

"Stop it," I scolded myself in my head, "You're dirty minded . You need Jesus."

Logan shifted again, pulling me and turning me to his side so we were now facing each other.

My breath got stuck in my chest.

I didn't even know where to look.

His face? His eyes? His lips?

"Are you feeling okay now?" he asked softly, his voice like warm honey.

"Y-Yeah," I stammered.

Then he leaned in.

My heart skipped three whole beats.

I thought—

I knew—

He was going to kiss me.

So I closed my eyes, lips slightly parted, already bracing for it.

But when the kiss finally landed—

It was on my forehead.

I opened my eyes slowly.

He was staring at me.

His expression unreadable. Soft, but intense.

"Thank you," I whispered.

He nodded, still looking at me. Then, gently, he turned me over again, this time with my back facing him—my ass right back against his thick rod.

"Sleep," he whispered close to my ear.

I didn't even know when sleep finally took me.

One minute I was trying to steady my breath and not think too much, the next... everything around me changed.

I was in a house I recognized too well. The old apartment. The one I grew up in. The one filled with screams, blood, and pain.

My heart started racing the moment I heard her voice.

"Tyler, run!"

It was Mom.

I turned fast and saw her on the floor, crawling back, her hand stretched toward me. Her face was covered in blood. And standing above her, with a butcher's knife in his hand... was him.

My dad.

Declan.

The monster.

"Stop!" I screamed. My throat was burning. "Please, don't hurt her! Please, I'll do anything!"

But he didn't even flinch. He didn't hear me. Or maybe he did — and he just didn't care.

With one sick smile, he raised the knife high and slammed it down into her chest.

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"No!!!" I cried out, running toward them, but my legs felt heavy like I was dragging chains.

He stabbed her again.

And again.

Blood splashed everywhere.

"Mom!" I dropped to my knees, trying to crawl to her.

But then... he turned.

His eyes locked on mine.

"You next," he said, voice cold and empty.

I tried to back away, but I had nowhere to go. He rushed at me with the knife, and before I could even scream again—

Slash.

I felt it. The blade stabbing right into my stomach.

"Ahhhhhhh!" I screamed in pain.

Everything around me faded, and I jolted up from the bed with a loud cry, gasping for air, holding my stomach where he stabbed me in the dream.

Logan shot up beside me, eyes wide. "Tyler?! Are you okay?!"

I couldn't speak. I just shook my head, breathing hard. My hand was still on my stomach. I quickly pulled my shirt up, expecting to see blood, but there was nothing.

It felt so real.

My chest was rising and falling too fast. My heart was pounding.

"It... it felt real," I whispered. "He stabbed me, Logan... I swear I felt it..."

Logan reached out and pulled me into his arms without saying a word. His arms were warm, strong, safe.

"Shhh," he whispered softly, rubbing my back. "It was a dream. I promise. You're safe now."

But I didn't feel safe.

I felt broken.

Tears filled my eyes and slipped down my cheeks before I even noticed.

"I saw him kill my mom... right in front of me. And then he came for me. He... he didn't even hesitate."

I was shaking.

Logan helped me sit up properly on the bed and hugged me tighter. "He's not here, Tyler. You're not alone. I'm right here, okay? And I'm not going anywhere."

His words were gentle, steady... like he was pouring calm into my panic.

"I can't sleep again," I whispered. "I'm not closing my eyes again."

"Yes, you can," he replied gently. "Because I'm here. And I promise you, he won't touch you. Not even in a dream."

I didn't know how to respond.

He kissed my forehead slowly, calmly... like he was sealing a promise. Then he laid me back on the bed, tucked me in again like a child, and held me close from behind.

I didn't fight it. I couldn't.

His warmth was the only thing keeping me from falling apart again.

He held me like he meant it — arms tight around me, chest against my back.

His breath was soft against my neck as he whispered, "You're okay. I got you.

I wasn't scared as much anymore. Well... maybe a little. That dream shook me up in ways I didn't even know were possible. I had never felt fear like that before. Never.

I reached down and grabbed Logan's hand.

I didn't say anything. Just held it.

I wanted him to know I was still here — and that I knew he was too.

I tried to close my eyes again. At first, I couldn't. I kept seeing flashes — blood, knives, screams.

But then I focused on Logan's hand in mine.

His chest against my back.

His breath, soft and steady.

And I wasn't cold anymore.

I swallowed, breathing slowly.

Until something shifted behind me.

And I felt it.

Something hard... pressing against my lower back.

I froze.

Oh God...

I could feel Logan's... you know.

It was hard. Firm. Pressed right against me.