Page 62 of Puck'N Enemy
I sigh, rubbing a hand over my face. He’s not even giving me a chance to change out of my gear.
“Logan, I can go on my own,” I tell him. “I’ll take a bus and it’ll drop me at the stop that’s just five minutes away from my apartment.”
“I know,” Logan says, but he doesn’t back away. “It’s just I’d feel so much better if I came with you.”
I frown. “You’ve been saying that a lot lately,” I say, determined to get back my space. “You’ll feel better but what about me? I can’t breathe, Logan. I have a game next week. My teammates and I need to focus and train. You can’t hover around, distracting me all the time.”
Logan’s jaw tenses slightly, but he stays quiet.
“Look,” I try again, softening my tone, “I love that you’re here, but you’re being really clingy. I’m safe on campus and if anything happens, I can handle myself. You don’t have to spend all your time watching me.”
For a second, something dark flickers in his eyes. It disappears just as quickly as it came. “It’s not that I don’t trust you,” he says in a carefully measured tone. “It’s that I don’t trust what’s out there.”
“You can’t be paranoid all the time, Logan,” I try to reason with him. “I’m safe here.”
Logan hesitates, like he wants to say something more. In the end, though, he puts on a relaxed smile. “Come on, hurry up. I’ll wait out here while you change.”
I stare at him, torn between frustration and a strange emotion.
A warm ache rises in my chest. Even though his constant attention has been suffocating, I catch something close to fear in Logan’s eyes. I understand he’s still worried about me, so I stop pushing him.
“All right, then,” I say, nodding. “I’ll take a quick shower and come back.”
I head inside the locker room and start taking off my gear. My teammates are busy changing, so I get some time to mull over Logan’s overprotectiveness.
Logan has always been protective, but this is different. He’s been intensely focused on me, like he’s expecting something bad to happen any second.
There’s definitely something he’s been hiding from me. I can almost feel it.
After a quick shower, I change into a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, and a leather jacket. My dark strands are still wet as I walk out of the locker room because I didn’t want to spend another ten minutes drying my hair.
Logan’s waiting right outside the door. He smiles at me before scanning the empty hallway.
“Ready to go?” he asks, turning his attention back on me.
“Yeah.” Pulling my gym bag over my shoulder, I follow him out of the building.
A cold breeze ruffles my jacket as we walk toward Logan’s car. He holds my hand but he’s busy keeping a lookout.
It feels like I’m walking with a bodyguard, not my boyfriend.
“Logan, relax,” I say when he opens the passenger-side door for me. “No one’s going to attack us out of the blue.”
“You never know,” he mutters, closing the door after I settle into the seat.
This has got to stop. Logan’s obsession is turning into a ridiculous, unhealthy habit. He can’t keep babysitting me every hour of the day when he’s got his own life to live.
Thankfully, it’s a quick ride from the university campus to my quiet neighborhood. Logan brings the car to a stop right outside my apartment building. Grabbing my bag, he climbs out of the car and waits for me.
His stern expression tells me he’s ready to follow me all the way upstairs and sit by my door all night if necessary.
A sigh escapes me. “You don’t have to walk me in, Logan,” I say softly.
He doesn’t reply right away. His eyes scan the dimly lit street behind us, making sure no one’s lurking around.
Lately, he’s always been tense. He’s always watching for something. Or someone.
Stepping closer, I tilt my head slightly to catch his gaze. “Logan, you’ve done enough. Go home now.”
