Page 54 of Puck'N Enemy
“Where are we going?” I ask as Logan guides me down a neat pavement lined with trees.
“There’s this diner right outside the campus that makes amazing home-style meals,” Logan says, squeezing my hand. “I’m starving after practice, so that’s where we’re headed.”
“Sounds good,” I say, feeling hungry after a long day.
The café Logan chose is tucked away on a quiet street corner. It’s the kind of place people come to escape the noise of the city. Warm light spills from its windows, creating a welcoming ambience.
“Come on,” he says, leading me through the doors and inside the restaurant.
“It’s so cozy,” I say, grinning as we enter the warmly lit dining area.
We sit down at a corner table and within seconds, a waitress comes to our table. She’s about to hand us the menu cards but Logan stops her.
“We’ll have the mushroom soup with fresh bread, the garden salad, the roast chicken platter, and the chocolate cheesecake,” Logan says without stopping for a breath.
“Those are great choices,” the waitress says, grinning.
“You’re so bossy,” I tease softly.
Logan smirks as he takes a sip of water. “I know what I want and I don’t hesitate to go after it,” he says, his eyes darkening.
I duck my head, hiding the warmth rising to my cheeks. Logan’s just so damn...intense.
“How was your day?” he asks, leaning toward me.
“Fine,” I mutter. “I attended my classes and spent a couple of hours at my part-time job. That’s it.”
“Did you notice anyone keeping tabs on you or following you?”
I shake my head. “I didn’t see anyone suspicious hanging around.” I take a deep breath and ask him the most important question on my mind. “Why did you tell your teammates the truth about us? Aren’t you afraid of what they’ll think about you dating someone from the enemy team?”
A chuckle escapes him. “Every opposing team is an enemy,” he says, meeting my gaze. “But I believe in leaving the enmity on the ice. Off it, we’re all just people. Besides, my teammates know me. They trust me enough to know I won’t spill our secrets just because I’m sleeping with someone from a different team.”
“Do you think they’ll leave you alone for dating a guy?”
“They’re good guys, Dylan,” he says in a reassuring tone. “None of them are homophobic assholes. They were giving you a hard time because they thought you were there to create trouble. Just give them a chance, especially Mitchikov. He’s extremely loyal and protective of his friends.”
A scoff escapes me. “That guy wants to kill me.”
Logan chuckles. “He won’t dare to touch you now. He knows you’remine.”
His eyes glow with such an intensity, my heart skips a beat.
Sheesh! We’re here for dinner but Logan’s intent on making sure I know just how possessive he is of me.
He smirks, knowing the exact effect he’s having on me.
It’s almost a relief when the waitress comes back with our food.
For a while, we barely talk. The food is so delicious, I find myself taking huge bites and devouring everything on my plate.
The silence between us isn’t awkward, though. It feels familiar and comfortable, like no time has passed between us.
“Here, have some more bread,” Logan says, pushing the basket of bread toward me. “Use it to soak up that gravy.”
Warmth spreads through me as Logan keeps telling me to eat more in his quiet, protective way. And for the first time in weeks, and maybe months, I feel full. Not just from the food, but from the way Logan’s watching over me.
When we’re done with our meal, Logan pays without hesitation.
