Page 52 of Puck'N Enemy
“Well, I do,” I say, softer this time. “You can’t just stalk me around campus and make out with me in abandoned classrooms. This isn’t sustainable.”
He steps closer to me, backing me up until my shoulders hit the wall again. “Then tell me to stop,” he says in a soft whisper.
I look away from him because I don’t have the resolve to say that to him.
Logan sighs, brushing a thumb across my cheek. “Fine, I’ll go. For now.” Leaning in, he touches his forehead to mine. “But you’ve got to promise me something.”
My eyes flick up to meet his. “What?”
“Promise you’ll come see me tonight at my campus after practice. I don’t care how late it is. I just want to see you again.”
I hesitate. I knew I should say no. It’s too dangerous to get close to Logan in public, especially when Pete was keeping an eye on me.
“…Okay,” I say, losing the battle to my heart’s desire. “I’ll come.”
Logan smiles like the sun has risen just for him. “Good. I’ll wait for you.” Kissing me one last time, he slips out the door, leaving me alone in the quiet classroom.
For a long moment, I just stand here, steadying myself.
God help me. I feel like I’m falling into a bottomless lake as my love and devotion toward Logan fills every cell in my body.
I just hope I’ll be able to keep him safe this time.
17
Dylan
The area around the Thunder Knights’ hockey stadium is well-lit even though it’s quite late in the evening. Keeping my hood pulled low over my face, I lean against a railing just outside the arena’s exit gate.
Logan texted me earlier, telling me he’s done with his training. The moment he’s showered and changed, he’ll meet me, and we can go out for a proper date tonight.
My breath fogs in the cold evening air as my anticipation rises. I couldn’t stop thinking of Logan the entire day today. He ruled my heart and mind, barely letting me focus on any of my classes.
The sound of low laughter reaches my ears, alerting me. The first few players trickle out of the exit gate, chatting with their teammates.
I duck my head, making sure no one notices me.
“Hey. You! Over there!” A sharp voice cuts through the chatter.
I raise my head an inch and find a group of guys in Knight’s hoodies standing right before me. One of them squints, recognition dawning on his young face.
“Wait a second,” says a second guy I recognize as one of the team’s forwards. “Isn’t that Dylan Larson? He’s the Bears’ new forward.”
“Yeah,” a third guy chimes in. “He’s the guy who crushed our rookie goalie at our game with the Bears.”
And just like that, the mood shifts. They fan out around me, circling me like sharks smelling blood.
“Well, well, well,” someone sneers, breaking through the circle surrounding me. “What’s a Bear doing here? Are you trying to spy on us?”
I recognize the new guy immediately. It’s Mitchikov, the Knights’ troublesome defenseman, who punched me last time.
I want to wipe the smug smirk off his face but I know he’s close to Logan. Even though it’d satisfy my ego, I don’t want the consequences to land on Logan.
Forcing myself to stay calm, I keep my expression neutral. “I’m just waiting for someone,” I say in a low, deep voice. “There’s no need to make a thing out of this.”
“Oh, it’s already a thing,” Mitchikov says, stepping closer. “I don’t know what you’re up to but I won’t let someone like you trouble Logan. He went to look for you, so you’re here to settle scores with him. Is that it?”
“No, it’s not about that.”
