Savannah
I can’t believe I’m crying on national TV, but here we are.
I really thought I’d be able to keep it together, but as it turns out, getting on the podium and having a gold medal placed around my neck with the love of my life next to me is my emotional limit.
The tears start as soon as Logan receives his medal and then smiles down at me.
That damn smile.
I knew it’d be the death of me. Now here I am, bawling my eyes out on TV because we won. We pushed and pushed until we wouldn’t accept anything but a win. And we got it.
It was a close competition, which is what we expected. We were neck and neck with Canada but managed to score a teensy bit higher, pushing us ahead.
It feels surreal. This thing, this lifetime goal of mine, my biggest dream, is here. It’s accomplished. I fucking did it.
I can’t even pay attention to what anyone is saying. All I can focus on is Logan’s hand gripping my waist, the feel of his body behind me, and his lips next to my ear saying over and over again, “I love you. I’m so proud of you.”
Somehow, I manage to wipe the tears from my cheeks, hoping my waterproof mascara is holding up. We’re ushered from the podium straight to a line of TV cameras.
“Logan, Savannah. How are you feeling right now?” someone asks.
Like I’m about to pee myself. Even after a lot of interview training, I know that’s not appropriate to say, so I look up to Logan. He squeezes my hand, calming my shakiness.
“I’m not sure. We haven’t had a second to think about our feelings yet. We’re elated, obviously. We’re sad that it’s over. But so proud of how hard we worked to get here.”
“Logan, you’ve been here before. Does this win feel any different with Savannah by your side?”
Yeah, the skating community really went crazy when they found out we were together.
Not only were there several articles written about it, but so many social media fan accounts have popped up.
Honestly, some of the fan edits I’ve seen are amazing.
Better than anything I could create. Some have even gone viral, which created even more buzz about us.
“Every medal is special for different reasons, but doing this with Savannah has been extra special. She had a goal, and she was determined to reach it. I’ve never seen anyone work harder than she has.
I know we’re a team, but she’s done all the hard work.
She’s amazing, and I still can’t believe she even lets me skate with her. ”
Swoon. If I weren’t already in love with him, that would’ve made me fall right there.
“What are your plans after this?”
“Immediate plans? Food! But after that, we’re finally going to take the time to start planning our wedding,” he explains. I think he’s more excited about wedding planning than I am.
Logan proposed to me once the season ended last year.
He actually forced me to take time off from the rink and booked us a week at a resort in Mexico.
It was the first time I’ve taken a true vacation in years.
It felt really nice. On our last night, he planned a private sunset cruise and asked me to marry him.
Of course, I said yes. With a caveat that it would not be until after the Olympics, though, assuming we got invited to attend, which he agreed to, no questions asked.
Our families were thrilled to say the least.
“Congratulations, you two. Well deserved!”
We move on to the rest of the interviews until we’re finally done.
We find an area where not too many people are, and Logan pulls me into him and wraps his arms around me.
He holds me until my body stops shaking.
Everything has happened so fast, and I’m overwhelmed.
There’s been a camera in my face every day since we set foot in Italy, whether it was a TV camera or someone filming something for social media. I need time to decompress.
“Are you ok?” Logan asks.
I nod against his chest. “I just need to get out of here.”
He holds me for a moment longer before he says, “Let’s go, baby.”
We each grab our things and find our parents.
Natalia and my family flew in to watch us compete.
Natalia is doing so well these days. She’s gotten amazing reports from all of her doctors recently.
I know Logan is still worried about her, which I understand, but I know Natalia feels good.
She’s recently started coaching again at the rink in Colorado.
She teaches a kids’ beginners class a few days a week, and she’s having a blast. She told me a few weeks ago that she feels like she can live again.
She’s most excited to help us plan our wedding, though.
When Logan proposed, she practically kicked him out of their house.
She wanted us to be together, but I think she was also tired of his hovering.
We’d basically been living together in my apartment anyway, but he officially moved his stuff in after that.
Kelsey was happy to have him with us but moved out a few months ago.
After graduating, she got her first real job in Colorado Springs and moved out of town.
It was sad to see her go, but I’m super excited for her.
If I thought the tears were over, I was wrong. When we find our parents, there are more hugs and tears. My entire face is going to be swollen tomorrow. I can already feel it.
We leave the venue and make our way back to the Olympic Village. Logan and I quickly change and meet everyone else for dinner. On our way to the restaurant, I get a text from Max.
Max: Congratulations! I knew you could do it.
I quickly heart the message and shove my phone back in my pocket.
It took a while for us to get to a good place.
We still aren’t where we used to be, but we’ve had a few cordial lunches and text every now and then.
He got a better job in the corporate world, and he’s had a few girlfriends but none that have really worked out.
He seems fine, though. Happy at least. He doesn’t seem to miss skating at all, which makes my heart hurt.
I hate to think he went through everything we did for years when he didn’t even like it, but I’m trying not to dwell on the past.
“Max texted,” I tell Logan. As far as I know, the two of them haven’t spoken since Max left, but I don’t think Logan feels any ill will toward him, just indifference.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. It’s weird thinking you’ll be somewhere with one person and then all of a sudden they’re gone. Don’t get me wrong, I’m more than happy with how things worked out in the end. It’s just wild how things can change.”
“Change isn’t always a bad thing.”
“I know that now.”
“Good.”
We head to the restaurant and have dinner with our families.
Afterward, they all go explore the town, but Logan and I are exhausted.
We head back to our room after telling them we’ll meet up tomorrow.
We decided to stay until the closing ceremony, so we have a few more days in Italy before we fly home.
Our room door is barely shut before Logan’s arms are wrapping around my middle. I know what he wants because I want it too.
“I want you in nothing but your gold medal,” he whispers into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Yes, sir.”
He doesn’t wait for me to take action, though. He starts pulling my clothes off as quickly as he can. Once I’m naked, he finds my medal and puts it over my head.
He bites his knuckle as if he can’t handle what he’s seeing. “God, Savannah. I’d never usually ask this of you, but you look like a fucking goddess right now. Can I please take a picture of you like this?”
It’s crazy to me that after two years with this man, he still looks at me like I’m the only woman in the world.
I bite my lip to stop myself from smiling too big and nod.
He grabs his phone and opens up his camera app. I initially cover my nipples with my hands, but then I drop them because you know what? Who cares if my partner, whom I trust, has pictures of my nipples on his phone? I’m proud of my body and everything it’s done for me.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he says as he tosses his phone over his shoulder and onto the bed.
He drops down in front of me, pushing my back against the wall and lifting my leg onto his shoulder.
He licks my pussy like he’s been dying to do it all day.
Honestly, I think he enjoys this part more than I do, but he always makes sure that I come, so I let him do it every fucking time.
It takes me no time at all to come. My body is hyped up on adrenaline. I needed this from him.
He stands, his mouth glistening from my release, and pulls me toward the bathroom. He undresses and positions me in front of the mirror.
“Bend over. You’re gonna watch me fuck you with that medal around your neck.”
I’ve never watched us have sex before, and I can’t say it’s on the top of my list of things to do, but he’s always been open to trying things that I want in the bedroom, so if he wants to do this, then I’ll do it.
And it’s surprisingly hot to watch him slide into me from behind. The way his eyes close as he hits depth inside me. How he bites his lip as he starts to thrust and my tits start to bounce.
He holds my hip with one hand while his other wraps around my throat, essentially holding me in place as he pounds into me.
My cheeks turn pink, and my eyes glaze over.
It’s hard to even focus on us in the mirror anymore, but I try my best because, contrary to what I thought, it is really fucking hot.
Not only do we look drunk with lust, but my gold medal hangs between my breasts, reminding me that he kept his promise.
He didn’t let me fall. He pushed and pushed to make sure I got everything I wanted. And he always will.
“Look at you. My queen. My heart. My fucking everything.” His pace picks up. I dip my hand between my legs and circle my clit.
It doesn’t take long for us to both come, me a few seconds before him. I love feeling him completely fill me. I love that he’s the only one who has ever done that to me.
After he traces kisses down my spine, he slowly pulls out. He carefully removes my medal and turns the shower on. We both wash up, and then he takes me to bed, kissing me slowly as we tangle under the blankets.
“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Savannah. Thank you for letting me love you.”
“Should I thank you for breaking my ankle all those years ago?”
He chuckles into my neck. “Yes, because it was all part of my master plan to get you to marry me.”
“Well, I guess you win.”
“I do win, Savannah, because I’ve got you.”
For the first time in a long time, I get to think about our future.
We’ll get married soon. Maybe have a kid or two if we feel like it.
We could keep skating or start coaching.
We could do anything. I believe I could do anything with Logan’s support.
We’re a partnership. The most important partnership I’ve ever had, and I’m so glad it’s with him.