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We lie like that for a while, catching our breath.
Gently pulling out of me, he sinks into the bed beside me. “Are you okay?” he asks in a soft whisper.
“Yeah,” I tell him.
Wrapping his arms around me, he pulls me against his chest. A low rumble, almost like a purr, vibrates through him as he holds me. He kisses me again, slower but no less intense.
Warmth and exhaustion flow through me, making me close my eyes. And before I know it, I’ve drifted into a deep sleep.
18
Logan
I feel incredibly warm as I open my eyes.
Dylan lies curled against me, his face buried lightly in my chest. One of his arms is tucked under me while the other is draped across my stomach. His breathing is slow and even, telling me he’s still fast asleep.
For a moment, I don’t move. I just...look.
Dylan’s face is peaceful in sleep, the sharp edges of all stress smoothed away. Using my finger, I gently trace the shape of his cheekbone and the soft line of his lips.
Pretty girls and pretty boys flocked to me all the time. Being the captain of Knightswood University’s hockey team meant I was at the top of the popularity charts. But no matter who came by, I could never connect with them.
I finally understand why. It’s because my heart is still held captive by this beautiful young man at my side. He’s the only one I’ve ever wanted and no one else can ever take his place.
How could I let him go?
The answer hits me like a blade. It wasn’t me who let go of him.
Dylan was the one who forced our separation. All to keep me safe from a danger I didn’t even know existed.
My jaws clench. Dylan suffered everything alone, and I’m not about to let it happen again. Not now. Not ever.
Careful not to wake him up, I slip out from under his arm. Taking my phone from the nightstand, I pad out of the room.
The old floorboards creak softly under my weight as I make my way toward the kitchen. Making sure the hallway is empty, I dial Mitchikov’s number.
It’s a while before my call is answered. “Dude, it’s like five-thirty in the morning,” Mitchikov’s groggy voice comes through my phone.
“I need your help, Pavel.”
I hear him clear his throat. “What is it?” he asks in a clearer voice. “Are you okay? Did that Larson guy do something to you?”
“ThatLarson guy is my boyfriend,” I say in a grim tone. “He’s never going to hurt me and I need you to trust him.”
“Fine,” Mitchikov huffs. “I won’t say a word against the enemy but can you at least tell me how you got together with him? It’s only been a few months since you met him and you’re already so protective of him. None of us can make any sense of it.”
“Dylan and I go way back. We met when we were in high school. He was… my first everything. We were together for years before we were torn apart.”
“Whoa,” Mitchikov breathes. “I had no idea you guys had history.”
“Dylan ran away during our senior year,” I explain. “He did it to protect me from a mobster he got involved with. The asshole threatened to hurt me if Dylan didn’t continue to work for him. So, he chose to leave me behind and ran, making sure I was safe. I didn’t see him for almost four years.”
“You saw him at the game with the Bears for the first time in four years?” Mitchikov asks in a grim tone.
“Yeah. I finally got to know what happened to him and why he ran,” I say.
“So, what’s the problem now?” Mitchikov asks. “He’s back together with you. If you want me to stop picking on him, I’ll happily do that. You know I’m a romantic at heart, Cap. I’ll make sure you get a happy ending even though you are dating someone from the enemy camp.”
