21. Savannah
TWENTY-ONE
SAVANNAH
It’s been a week—one entirely blissful week—of getting to fuck Logan every single night. After practice, we wait for Max to leave and then speed off to my apartment, where we practically rip each other’s clothes off before closing the bedroom door.
Kelsey couldn’t wait to give me the “I told you so” speech after the first night that Logan came home with me. We didn’t emerge until morning, when my body was so sore I was worried I wouldn’t be able to skate that day.
It’s been amazing. I feel happy, lighter.
I suppose having an orgasm or more every night will do that to you.
The only problem is that Max can tell that I’m acting differently, and I don’t know what to tell him.
I’m not ready to admit to whatever is going on between me and Logan.
It feels special keeping this just between us.
And I know that Max will be weird about it.
Not only because I’m sleeping with our coach, which is technically against the rules, but because I know deep down, it will hurt him. Even if he tells me it wouldn’t.
Our agreement has always been that it was fine to sleep with other people.
I haven’t really taken advantage of that rule, but I know Max has.
And we never clarified if the rule applied to sleeping with another person multiple times.
Especially someone so close to our inner circle. I know Max won’t be happy.
I’ll have to think of something to tell him soon because our next competition is in two weeks, and he’s going to expect me to crawl into bed with him.
But for now, I’m trying to pretend I’m just excited about our routine. I don’t think Max believes me, but he doesn’t question it either.
Today, Max is late to practice. He overslept, which doesn’t happen often, so I’ll cut him some slack and only give him shit about it for half the day instead of the whole day. While I wait for him to show up, Logan helps me stretch and get warmed up.
“My hips are tight,” I say as I bend over in butterfly position.
“I bet they are,” Logan whispers.
I laugh and hit him playfully. “You might have to give me a night off so I can recover.”
“Sorry, no can do. But I can promise to massage you afterward and draw you a bath with muscle salts to help.”
I sit back up. I’ve never had anyone prepare a bath for me. “That sounds nice, actually.”
He smiles. “Go on a date with me.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Are you asking or telling?”
“Asking, but I’m saying it with confidence because if I don’t, you’ll try to make up some excuse for why you can’t.”
“No, I won’t.” Yes, I would.
He rolls his eyes. “Please, baby. I think I know you well enough by now to know you’ll try to push me away because you aren’t looking for a relationship.”
“Well, I’m not.”
“I know that. But we’re together every night anyway. What’s the harm in letting me feed you before I bury my face between your legs?”
I laugh at that. “That is a good point.”
“Your body is working overtime. As your coach, I’ve got to make sure you’re recovering and nourishing correctly.”
“All very valid points, Coach.”
“So what do you say?”
I think about it for a minute. Going on a date with him doesn’t sound terrible.
I hate the monotony of going on dates, but I already know Logan.
I know I like him, and I know we’ll both be getting lucky at the end of it.
That reasoning has me agreeing to his proposal.
“I suppose I could make myself available for dinner. When would you like to go on this date?”
“Sunday. I want you all day.”
“The original request was for dinner,” I say, raising a brow at him.
“Dinner will be included. And lunch. And maybe snacks. I want you to myself all day.”
“That’s pretty greedy for my only day off.” Truly, I can’t think of a better way to spend my day off, but I have to make him work for it a little.
“I’ll make it worth it, I promise.”
I try to hold back my smile, but I’m not sure it works. “Alright. I’ll pencil you in for Sunday.”
“No pencil. Use permanent marker. This is happening.”
I stretch my legs out and fold over to touch my toes to hide my excitement. “If you say so.”
A few stretches later, Max shows up and apologizes profusely for being late.
“If skating isn’t important to you, just say so, Max,” I tell him.
“Oh, shut up.”
He starts his stretches while I do a few more before I leave him to warm up on the ice. I notice that Logan doesn’t stay in the mat room with Max like he did with me. He follows me out to the ice, leaving Max by himself.
“You don’t want to help Max stretch?” I ask, as I lace up my skates.
“He doesn’t need my help,” Logan says.
“Oh, and I did?”
“No, but I like being around you, Savannah. And I want to make sure no one else is staring at your ass while you’re stretching.”
I laugh out loud. “You’re insane, you know that?”
“Yeah, I think I might be.”
I finish tying my skates and stand, coming face to face with Logan. His eyes dip to my lips.
“I wish I could kiss you right now,” he admits.
Every time he says something like that, it makes my whole body warm. It’s such a strange sensation for me. Wanting someone. But it’s a little bit scary, too.
“I wish that too.”
His hand moves ever so slightly, and his pinky wraps around mine, giving it a gentle tug. He leans in and whispers, “Have a good practice, baby,” as if he knows how much I like hearing him call me baby. Another thing I never thought I’d like.
I smile, and he releases my pinky before pressing his palm to my lower back to steer me out onto the ice.
Sunday comes quickly, and I somehow manage to dodge an invitation from Max to spend the day at the pool at his apartment. I blame it on Kelsey, but I have to tell Kelsey my plan. Otherwise, if Max texts her about it, she’ll probably rat me out.
Luckily, my sister was more than willing to lie for me since I admitted I was going on a date with Logan. She squealed and clapped her hands like it was the best news ever.
Logan told me he’d be at my apartment to pick me up around lunch time, which gave me plenty of time to catch up on sleep.
However, while I’m in the process of said sleep, I feel my bed dip.
Without opening my eyes, I assume it’s Kelsey coming to annoy me, but then I feel warm lips on my forehead and get a whiff of citrus and spice.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Logan whispers.
“You’re early,” I groan.
He chuckles and presses his lips to my throat. “I know, but I missed you.”
“You might not know this yet, but I’m really cranky when I get woken up early.”
Another kiss on my neck. “Kelsey warned me when she let me in, but I think I can make it up to you.”
“Oh yeah? How’s that?”
He pulls my covers off and climbs down my body, positioning himself between my legs. He pushes my underwear to the side before his tongue meets my clit. He’s so good at this that I come in minutes without any other contact except his tongue.
He smiles up at me with my release all over his mouth and asks, “Does that make up for waking you up early?”
“It’s a start.”
He laughs, climbs back up the bed, and pulls me into his arms. “Before the day is done, I promise you’ll be properly satisfied. But really, I just missed you and wanted to see you. We can lie here for as long as you’d like.”
I take him up on that and stay in his arms for a little while longer until my alarm goes off.
I roll out of bed and get into the shower.
Logan follows me into the bathroom and talks to me while I shower.
I’m confused by this at first. I’ve never had anyone just sit and talk to me while I showered, but by the time I’m rinsing my hair, I realize I kind of like it.
He doesn’t try to sneak a peek at me or climb in.
It’s almost like he simply doesn’t want to be away from me. It’s terrifying how much I like that.
Once I’m dressed and ready for the day, I ask, “So, what’s the plan for today?”
He smiles. “Well, first I’m taking you to eat.” That’s good since I slept through breakfast.
“And then?”
“Patience. You’ll find out as we go.”
“Alright.” He takes my hand and leads me out the door.
Surprisingly, he has actually planned out our entire day. But maybe I shouldn’t be surprised. He always seems to have a plan, and given how adamant he was about this date, I should’ve expected him to be prepared.
We eat lunch at a new salad place in town, which he tells me he picked because he’s seen me eat a salad almost every single day for lunch.
He’s not wrong. Sometimes a girl just wants a salad, ok?
And this place didn’t disappoint. The salad options were amazing, and I got a smoothie to go before we left.
Then he takes me to paint pottery, which I’ve never done before. I was a little hesitant at first, but once I picked out what I was going to paint and got my colors, I started to really enjoy it.
“So why’d you pick this place?” I ask as I work on a flower on the coffee cup I picked.
Logan is working on a little knight figurine.
“I was scouring the internet for ideas, and this place popped up. I’d never done anything like this and thought it might be fun.
And honestly, I wanted to do something where we could be chill and just hang out together.
This seemed like a good idea to be able to do that. ”
I have to admit that he has put a lot of thought into this, but after we’ve left our painted pottery at the front desk for them to fire our pieces, he tells me what the main event of the day is.
“Last thing of the day before I take you home and make sweet, sweet love to you,” he says once we’re in his car. I can’t help but burst out laughing at this. “We’re going to do a cooking class together.”
I raise an eyebrow at him. “You think I’m a bad cook?”
“Not at all. It’s more for me than you. I was raised cooking with my mom.
We used to do it a lot together, but we mostly made Russian food.
I love what we made together, but I also want to be able to make other things.
Things I think you might like so that in a few weeks or months, if you decide to let me hang around, I can make them for you at home. ”
“That’s… really sweet actually.”
“I’m a pretty sweet guy, Savannah. I keep trying to tell you that.”
“Oh my god, you ruined it.”
He laughs and reaches across the console to squeeze my thigh. “You like me and you know it.”
I shrug. “Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t.”
“You don’t moan someone’s name the way you moan mine if you don’t like them.”
I feel my cheeks heat. I have noticed that I’m uncharacteristically vocal when we’re in bed together. I just can’t help it. He makes everything feel so good.
“I just don’t want to damage your ego.”
“Oh yeah? We’ll circle back to that later. You’d be surprised how far I’m willing to go to prove I’m right.”
Actually, I don’t think I’d be surprised at all. Logan is determined. It’s obvious how much he’s already achieved in life at such a young age. Not that I’m willing to admit that or anything.
“Yeah, we’ll see. Anyways, what are we cooking tonight?”
“The website said the theme is ‘A Night in Rome.’ I think we’re making homemade pasta and gelato.”
Butterflies fill my stomach. I’m excited. I’m excited about an activity that isn’t skating. I can’t even remember the last time that happened. But I won’t admit that to the man sitting next to me. Instead, I do my best to keep my cool.
“That sounds fun. I’ve never been to Rome. Have you?” I ask, keeping my gaze out the window as if I’m super nonchalant about all this, even though this is by far the best date I’ve ever been on and it’s not even over yet.
“I have. It’s beautiful. Maybe we can go together someday.”
I bite my bottom lip to keep from smiling. “Maybe we can.”
The cooking class is fairly intimate with only four other couples. We start by prepping our gelato and making a focaccia flatbread that we snack on while we make the homemade pasta.
Logan is meticulous about following instructions. He listens carefully and imitates the chef step by step. It’s adorable. I want to call him out on it, but he’s so focused that I let him keep going without any of my sarcastic quips.
At the end, we get to eat our pasta, which is covered in a homemade tomato sauce, at a table with the rest of the group. We finish with our gelato, and by the time the table is cleared, I feel completely stuffed and elated.
Logan leans back in his chair across the table and looks at me.
I get nervous when he looks at me like this, although I’m not sure why.
Maybe it feels like he’s looking directly into my soul.
Maybe it’s because it makes my heart rate speed up.
Or maybe it’s because I can see that he actually likes me.
Like, really, really likes me, and I think I really, really like him too. It’s terrifying.
“You are so beautiful,” Logan says.
The girl next to me says, “Awww,” which makes me want to crawl under the table. Somehow, I manage to stay in my seat and say thank you instead.
Afterward, Logan holds my hand the entire way back to my apartment. He walks me up to my door and then stops outside as if he’s not going to come in. But I think we both know he will.
“Are you ready to admit that you had fun tonight?” he asks.
“No, I don’t think that I am.”
He smiles as he cups my cheek with one hand. “Of course not.”
“But if you come inside, I can show you how much fun I had.”
He raises his eyebrows. “I’m trying to be a gentleman, Savannah.”
I huff a laugh. “You literally started the day by eating me out.”
“I’m trying to be a gentleman now . Earlier didn’t count. This is technically our first date.”
“And it’ll be our last if you don’t get in my bedroom right now.”
“Well, when you put it that way…”
I unlock the door, give a quick wave to Kelsey, and then proceed to lock my bedroom door and show Logan exactly how much fun I had on our date.