Page 79 of The Cutting Edge
“Casual but cute,” I mutter. I want to look nice for Logan without seeming like I’m trying too hard. Finally, I settle on a floral sundress and strappy sandals. Perfect.
When I emerge, Marissa wolf-whistles. “Look at you! I see another gooey Logan gif in your future.”
Heat creeps into my cheeks. I can’t help but smile, remembering Philly. The memory of his lips on mine makes my stomach flip.
“So, tell me everything,” Marissa says. “Did you guys finally hook up?”
“We kissed,” I admit, plopping onto the couch next to her. “A lot.”
“And?” She nudges my shoulder, eyes bright with curiosity.
“And.... it was amazing, nosy” I grin, feeling giddy all over again. “He’s such a good kisser. And I love the way he's always touching me, like he can’t stop himself. Touching my hand in the car, putting his hand on my back in this super protective way when we were on the train, patting my shoulder, or whatever... but in a good way. Areassuringway. I'll admit it, I’ve never felt that kind of chemistry and connectedness with anyone before.”
“Ooh, this is getting good!” Marissa squeezes my hand. “Come on, give me the dirty details. Did you, you know... get some?”
My face flames, and I shrug, trying to play it cool despite the warmth in my cheeks.
“Mmmhmm.” Marissa winks. “And also, don't think I didn't notice that you just totally avoided the question right then."
I shrug guiltily.
"The way it looks from here, Hockey god Logan Rivers has taken himself off the market.”
I want to believe her. Logan does seem different from the other guys I’ve dated, more sincere and thoughtful. But a small part of me is still wary, afraid of being hurt again. And a big part of me thinks my lucky charm job would be a whole lot easier if I wasn't thinking about Logan kissing me 24-7. Maybe not.
How do I work that out now that I can train again?
The doorbell rings, interrupting my thoughts. My heart leaps—Logan.
Marissa grins and gives me a little shoulder bump. “Go get him, Coco. And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”
"Tell me again what you wouldn't do?" I tease.
She waggles her eyebrows at me comedically. "Exactly."
I roll my eyes at Marissa, but I’m smiling as I open the door. When I see Logan standing there looking unfairly hot in dark jeans and a plain white t-shirt that effortlessly clings to his muscled chest and arms, my smile only widens as my eyes roam over him. It's almost unfair how hot he looks, and I drink him in like a glass of Prosecco, savoring every drop.
Logan smiles back, his dimples flashing. “You look beautiful.”
Heat rises in my cheeks again. My floral sundress is emerald green, and I know for a fact brings out the color in my hair and eyes. Not to mention, makes my boobs look spectacular.
I grin triumphantly when it's obvious he's noticed. “Thank you. So do you.”
He laughs, a deep, rich sound that makes my heart skip. “Why thank you." He offers his arm, "Shall we?"
I loop my arm through his without hesitation. “Absolutely.”
We head down the stone pathway lined with pink and white flowers, past Mrs. Markham's house, towards the street.
When Logan opens the passenger door of his SUV, there's a large box in the passenger seat, covered all over in Christmas bows. "Oh right," he says, "I almost forgot."
"Nice wrapping job," I tease. "Very festive."
"That's for you," he nods towards the box.
"Oh, that's so sweet," I say. "You've given me so much already -- you really didn't have to."
"I like giving you gifts," he says. "When you smile, you have this cute little dimple in your cheek. I sorta love to make you smile."
