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Eli agrees as his breathing accelerates.

I pull back to look at him with my hands cupping his face as I roll my hips as intentionally as possible, grinding on his already present bulge. “Can I do this?” I ask, but Eli doesn’t respond. Instead, his pupils dilate, and his mouth parts.

“We are going to have the most insane sex when you’re feeling like yourself again.” Eli’s tone is husky and low, trying to hold his ground as the pad of his thumb drags across my bottom lip, tugging on it, his eyes following it the entire time.

“Or we could have the most insane sex right now,” I propose before taking his thumb into my mouth, suggestively sucking it on it, and rolling my tongue around the tip.

Eli’s pulse picks up, unable to break his stare from my mouth. I watch his Adam’s apple move up and down as he swallows hard, trying his very best to control himself as I try my very best to tempt him.

Ali lightly knocks on my door as I straddle my boyfriend’s lap. “Are you guys naked, or can I come in and gush to my girl about my date?”

I look down to Eli, who seems both relieved and annoyed.

“Nope, still dressed,” I call back to my friend, signaling her to come in. “Unfortunately,” I whisper to Eli before kissing his smiling lips one more time and climbing off his lap.

Ali comes into my room, absolutely beaming.

“Look at you, knocking,” I playfully tease.

“What can I say?” Ali wears a proud smile as she casually shrugs her shoulders. “I’m a changed woman.”

“Well, I’ll let you two chat.” Eli stands from his seat on the floor, taking the almost empty pizza box with him.

I follow Eli to my door before he wraps his free arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his body.

“I love you so much, baby.”

“I love you too, Eli. Thank you for understanding me well enough to know what I need and for loving me enough to do it.”

He pulls away from our embrace. His arm still draped over my shoulder as he searches my eyes with his. “I’d do anything for you, Logan.”

Chapter 14

Eli

“You’ve been less of an asshole lately,” Cam notes as he digs through his suitcase, looking for a fresh shirt to wear to the party on Notre Dame’s campus tonight. “Logan must be doing better.” He throws on the wrinkled shirt found at the bottom of his bag.

“Yeah, she seems to be getting there.”

We’ve been on the road for about five days now, and the only reason I’m doing okay is because Logan is doing okay. Marc has been keeping a close eye on her, mostly because I’ve been pestering him to check up on her whenever I have a free moment away from the ice.

I know I said I was giving her space, but having my brother frequently check on her is my version of space.

Each time I’ve talked to her on the phone this week, Logan has seemed more and more like herself, which couldn’t make me happier. Partly for her and partly for us. Once she’s back to herself, we can get back to being us. And the thought of her calling me tonight makes the idea of chilling in my hotel room as the boys go out and party sound even more appealing.

“Where’s my other shoe?” Cam holds up a single sneaker. It’s no wonder that Cam can’t find the other. His shit is all over this hotel room. “Never mind, got it,” he adds when he spots the matching one on the other side of the room, stuffed under the couch.

This is my first time sharing a hotel room with one of my teammates. I usually get my own room on the road, but Cam got paired with Patrick this trip, and after he stood up for me on New Year’s Eve when I beat Patrick’s ass, things have been strained between them. As much I want to keep my room to myself, I kind of owe it to Cam to let him crash in here.

Typically, I would never let it happen, only because of my anxiety. But ever since that conversation with Zanders at Senior Showcase, I’ve been rethinking my reasoning for being so secretive about my panic attacks. I decided to fill Cam in, just in case it happened while he crashed in my room, and I shouldn’t have been surprised that he was so understanding and non-judgmental about it.

“Does this look okay?” Cam looks at himself in the mirror with a questioning glance, running his hands down his shirt, trying to smooth out the wrinkles.

“What’s your goal tonight?” I lie on my bed, arms crossed behind my head, eyeing his choice of outfit.

“To get laid.”

“Then no, it looks like shit. There’s an iron in the closet.” I motion in its direction before pulling out my phone, hoping to see Logan’s name on the screen soon.

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