26. Logan
TWENTY-SIX
LOGAN
The alarm goes off before I’m ready to wake up, but it’s not so bad when I have a gorgeous, naked girl wrapped around my body.
Savannah groans as I reach over and turn off the alarm.
“It’s show day, baby,” I tell her.
“But I wanna stay right here.”
I chuckle. “I’d love that too, but as your coach, I think I’m supposed to tell you to get your ass out of bed.”
She cracks an eye open and glares at me. I think it’s supposed to be menacing, but it only makes me laugh.
I pull the covers off her and mentally kick myself for not putting clothes on her last night. Seeing her naked makes it a hundred times harder to get out of bed.
“Fine.”
She rolls over and stands from the bed. She lifts her arms overhead and leans from one side to the other to stretch her back. It’s hard to take my eyes off the long, lean lines of her muscles that I know she works so hard at perfecting.
“I can feel you staring at my ass,” she says.
“It’s not just your ass I’m staring at, baby.” I’m not ashamed that she caught me admiring her. I’d look at her all day, every day if I could.
She laughs and heads to the bathroom, giving me a much-needed minute to calm my body down.
After she finishes, she grabs a sports bra and some shorts from her suitcase and puts them on.
We didn’t even bother dropping her things in the room we’d originally booked for her.
We both knew she wouldn’t be in it. By the time the next out-of-town competition rolls around, I’m hoping Savannah will be ready to tell Tati about us so we don’t have to pretend anymore.
But for now, we had to book our own rooms to make it look like we’re sleeping separate.
I slip on a pair of boxers and walk over to her, cupping her face with my hands and leaning down to kiss her.
She’s smiling when I pull away, and that makes me feel really fucking good.
“So, about last night,” she says. Her voice sounds a little hesitant, which I don’t particularly like. I want her to feel like she can talk to me about anything, even if it’s something a little uncomfortable.
“Mmhmm?”
“Are we good?”
I look down at her, a little confused. I don’t know why she would think we wouldn’t be good. I’m wracking my brain for anything I may have done to indicate that we’re not ok, but I can’t think of anything.
“Of course, we’re good, Savannah. Is there something bothering you about last night?”
“No. I don’t know. I just want to make sure it didn’t ruin anything between us.”
“Nothing is ruined between us. If anything, I think we’re stronger because of it. Do you regret it?”
“No, I don’t regret it. But I don’t know that I’d want to do it again.”
“On that, we agree. I’m glad that we did it, and that we experienced it together, but I don’t want to do it again.”
“The whole time I was with him, all I was thinking about was you and when it would be your turn,” she admits.
I smile and tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear. I’d hoped she was thinking about me. I always want her thinking of me. “That’s my girl.”
“And when I was with you, my body felt safe and comfortable. It felt like coming home. Being yours is the most incredible feeling in the world.”
I swallow as her words sink in. Being yours. Does that mean…?
“Are you mine?” I ask hesitantly. I don’t want to scare her or make her think I’m pushing her to make a decision, but I need clarification on what she meant.
“I think I’d like to be,” she admits.
“Does that mean Miss Anti-relationship wants to be my girlfriend?”
A blush creeps up her neck as she nods. “Yeah, I do.”
I kiss her nice and slow this time, wanting her to know how much I love hearing her say that.
I want nothing more than to be with her all the time.
I’ve been waiting for this since I first laid eyes on her.
Even when she was looking at me like I was the evil villain of her movie, I knew I wanted to be with her in any capacity she would have me.
“Well, I accept your proposition. You can call me your boyfriend from here on out.”
She laughs against my lips. “You’re an idiot.”
“Yes, but now I’m your idiot.” I kiss her once more before I add, “Now, start getting ready. I’ll go get you food.”
“Thank you.”
She sits down and starts digging through her suitcase while I throw some clothes on and head out to find her breakfast. I text Max to see if he wants anything, and he responds quickly with a “no thanks.”
I let him know we’ll see him soon at the rink, but he doesn’t respond. I hope that what happened last night doesn’t affect what needs to be done today. Especially since it was his idea to begin with.
It’s impossible to miss the worry on Savannah’s face when Max doesn’t show up on time. She’s called and texted him, and all she got was a vague “coming” response. She watches the door like a hawk as she does her floor warmups.
“He’ll be here,” I assure her. I have to give him the benefit of the doubt that he is, in fact, on his way.
“He better be.”
Max finally runs through the door and jogs over to where she’s warming up. I take a step back because I know Savannah is going to scold him enough for both of us.
“Sorry I’m late,” Max says with a smile. Is he purposely trying to be an ass now because he knows Savannah has been stressing?
“Are you kidding me? What the hell?” she asks, putting her hands on her hips.
“I fell back asleep.”
“You fell back asleep?” she repeats slowly. “You know?—”
“I know, Sav,” he cuts her off. “I get it. Won’t happen again.”
“It better not.”
They stare at each other for one heated moment. It’s weird, but it’s almost like they can read each other’s minds because a second later, Max nods and then starts his warmup.
There’s definitely some tension between the two of them leading up to their skate time, but I can’t figure out what to say or even if I should say anything.
I decide to let them figure it out themselves.
I wish them good luck and discreetly squeeze Savannah’s hand before they skate onto the rink when their names are called.
Thankfully, whatever tension is between them doesn’t show in their performance. They both get out there and do what needs to be done, skating beautifully.
At the end of the two days, they’re standing on the podium as first-place winners for this competition, and I couldn’t be prouder.