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Wait, what was that? The jumbotron shows the replay of Cam's goal and Logan's assist. Logan, Cam, and Zayne slap each other on the backs after the goal hits the net, and as the three of them skate towards the bench, smiling and laughing, I notice Logan reaches up and touches his jersey near his throat right where my lucky aventurine necklace would be. Like he just wants to make sure it's still there.
I can hardly believe what I'm seeing. Intrigued, I keep watching, as he does it again several more times throughout the game.
In the final minute of the game, the score stands at 2-2. The tension in the arena is palpable, everyone holding their breath as the players push themselves to secure their playoff spot. And then, in a heart-stopping move, Logan takes control of the puck, weaving through the opposing team's defense like a force of nature.
Every person in the arena is on their feet, screaming their heads off, and I'm completely swept away with excitement as I yell at the top of my lungs, feeling the thunder of the crowd in my bones. "Let's fucking go!!!"
With a powerful shot, Logan sends the puck soaring into the net, securing the win for the Slashers with a score of 3-2. The arena shakes with a deafening roar as Logan triumphantly raises his arms, eliciting thunderous applause from the Slasher-friendly section of the arena, and boos from the Philly crowd. His teammates scramble off the bench as the final buzzer sounds, mobbing Logan in celebration of the Slashers' victory.
He looks so happy. So unbelievably happy.
Amidst the celebration, he circles the rink, heading in my direction. Bottle blondes poured into #17 jerseys practically throw themselves against the glass as Logan skates by, like platinum-haired lemmings flinging themselves off a cliff.
His dark brown eyes are fixed on mine as he skates closer, and I can see the beginnings of a mischievous grin. What is he up to?
"Oh yeah, he's a goner," Lana says with a teasing laugh, "when a player like Logan is completely immune to a couple hundred puck bunnies all screaming his name, you know he's got it bad." Even though I shrug and try to play it down, I can't help but be caught up in the excitement.
The crowd's cheers still echo in my ears as Logan glides towards me, grinning like a schoolboy with a secret. Despite the victory and the excitement of the game, his attention is absolutely, completely, intoxicatingly, 100% focused on me.
I'll admit it, it's irresistible.
He leans in close to the plexiglass separating us, and with a playful glint in his eyes, he draws a small heart on the glass. I can't help but laugh, completely flattered and a teensy bit embarrassed by the attention. The arena takes notice, and suddenly the crowd goes wild, cheering and clapping for his little display of affection.
"So...I guess that's a yes to going public," Lana teases, nudging me playfully.
Before I can respond, the kiss cam zeroes in on us, capturing the moment for everyone to see. My cheeks flush with heat, but I can't keep the smile off my face. Logan, suddenly the showman, presses his lips to his index finger and touches it gently against the glass, in the center of where he just drew the heart. The crowd roars with approval.
Imelt— and suddenly my goofy, moony grin is splashed on the jumbotrons all over the place as the sounds of cheers and "Awwwwwwww" spreads through the arena.
Our eyes lock, and suddenly the noise of the crowd fades away and all I can see is Logan.
Chapter twenty-nine
Logan
AllIcanthinkabout is Coco.
Normally after a major win like we had tonight, I love the aftermath of messing around on the ice, seeing the excitement of the fans, celebrating in the locker room, and even the mandatory media interviews. But tonight, all I want to do is get back to our hotel as soon as humanly possible, take Coco in my arms, and ravish her.
I’m hyped up on testosterone and adrenaline, and I can’t get that sexy black dress out of my head. That dress hugged Every. Single. Curve. of Coco’s taut skater’s body and it’s going to take every ounce of willpower I have not to rip it off with my fucking teeth.
Every ounce.
By the time Cam and I board the team bus, I’m practically vibrating in anticipation of seeing Coco, and every second I’m delayed is agony.
“Hey Cap, you wanna go over those plays when we get back to the hotel? Should only take a couple of hours,” says Cam, winking at Fosse.
“Fuck off,” I say, grabbing my shit as the bus pulls under the awning at the entrance to our hotel. I’m out of my seat before the bus rolls to a stop, waiting for the doors to open.
I race through the lobby and down the hotel hallway, my heart pounding. Not from the game—because I'm about to see Coco.
My heart pounds as I make my way to Coco's hotel room. After seeing her in the stands tonight, looking so beautiful, I can't wait to see her. To hold her. To kiss her again.
Ever since the moment I saw her in the stands tonight, cheering me on with that adorable fucking smile, I haven't been able to stop thinking about her. About the softness of her lips and the way she fits against me. The thought of her makes my whole body tighten with an all- powerful need.
Chapter thirty
Logan
