“Ryan.” Logan’s voice reverberated through my dream. We were walking through a field, well, I was walking, and Logan was riding on the back of a very large Mason. He was shirtless and sweaty, and he looked like an erotic Loki riding into battle on the back of Fenrir. He pulled me up to sit in front of him, caressing my sides with his large hands, leaning forward as if to kiss me, wiggling his finger into my bellybutton…
Wait, what?
“Ryaaaaan.”
“Wha-ah! Stop it, stop it!” I was yanked from my