Page 106 of Becoming Selfish

“Great to meet you, Logan,” Benny, my sophomore goaltender, says in excitement as he stands up to greet my girl, dropping the controller from his hands. The rest of the boys just laugh at him and shake their heads at his obvious infatuation.

“Keep it in your pants, Benny,” Mikey says to him as Logan joins in on the laughter.

“Sorry, Logan. Benny hasn’t gotten laid all year. Don’t mind him,” Goody teases.

“Shut the fuck up, Goody!” Benny smacks him in the head with a couch pillow.

“Wanna go, kid?” Goody wears an excited smile as he jumps up from his seat and lunges towards Benny, tackling him to the couch. Most of the boys’ attention is redirected as they all cheer on their favorite to win the spontaneous wrestling match going down in my living room right now.

“So, is this a thing now?” Patrick asks while pointing between Logan and me, taking a sip of his beer. Everyone besides Cam is too distracted to hear his question.

Logan stays quiet, allowing me to answer.

“Yeah, it is,” I confidently tell my least favorite teammate. “Logan is my girlfriend.” Honestly, I’m just hoping that him knowing she’s mine will cause him to back the fuck off and stop eye-fucking her every chance he gets.

Instead, it causes him to spit his beer back into his cup. “You’re fucking kidding me,” he laughs in disbelief. “You’re joking, right?”

“Shut the fuck up, Patty,” Cam sternly warns.

“I just find it funny, that’s all,” Patrick says, shaking his head with an amused grin dancing across his lips. “Maddison convincing Cali that he can stick to one woman. I can’t wait for all your road bunnies to find out you have a girlfriend back home.” He turns to me with an evil grin.

I can feel my body stiffen and my blood beginning to boil as Logan’s grip on my hand tightens.

“Watch your fucking mouth, Patrick,” I warn as I take a bounding step towards the couch, but Logan gently pulls me back to her side.

“Let’s go,” she whispers with her face next to my bicep as she holds me back.

I shake my head at Patrick as I let Logan lead me towards the stairs.

“You’re a fucking asshole, Patty,” I hear Cam say in disgust as we walk away.

I close my bedroom door behind us before setting Logan’s bag on my bed for her to unpack the few things she brought with her. My temperature is still rising from our encounter downstairs.

“Don’t worry about him,” Logan says in her gentle way. “I’m not listening to him, so you shouldn’t either.” She runs a soothing hand down the length of my arm.

Her touch calms me the way it always does as I try to push Patrick’s words to the back of my mind and not let them ruin my only night this week with my girlfriend. She and I both know I have to leave for a two-game road trip tomorrow afternoon, and this is our only time together.

My eyes stayed glued on Logan as she pulls a shirt from her bag and walks over to my closet. She takes one of my empty hangers off the rod and slips it through her shirt before hanging it up. I can’t help the satisfied smile on my face by seeing her so comfortable in my space.

She walks back to the bed, pulling out a few more things from her little bag to refold them, and I can’t ignore the peace I feel by having her here with me.

I walk up behind her as she’s folding a pair of jeans, wrapping my arms around her abdomen and placing my chin on her shoulder.

“I like having you here.”

“I like being here.” She leans her head back on me. I keep my grip on her middle as I bring my nose and lips to her neck. She still smells like vanilla, but it’s mixed with sweat from our basketball game, and her natural scent smells like fucking heaven to me.

I sway with her in my arms. Her head is leaning back on me, and my face is in the crook of her neck as I bask in the moment. Her moving with me, us standing at the foot of my bed, her body molded perfectly to mine. I don’t ever want this to end.

I kiss her shoulder, trailing my lips up her neck until I wrap them around her ear and tease it.

She moans into me as her body melts further into my touch. I use my fingertips to unbutton her jacket as we continue to sway together. I let my long fingers dance around her abdomen for a moment until they find the waistband of her tight leggings.

Before I can dip my fingers in, Logan stops me with her hand.

“I need to shower first.”

“You’re going to have to shower when I’m done with you, so you may as well just wait,” I whisper into her nape.

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