Chapter 16
POV: Suzy
The bathroom door slammed shut behind us, steam already swirling from the water Logan had turned on with one efficient swipe. He set me down with a gentleness that completely contradicted the heat in his eyes.
My breath hitched.
He looked like a man starved.
His eyes devoured me as the shirt slid off over my head, his fingers brushing my arms as he helped, almost reverent. And then he was just… staring.
Like I was something he’d only ever dreamed of having.
“You,” he murmured, voice raw. “You ruin me.”
Then he stepped under the water, grabbing my hand and pulling me with him.
Warm streams cascaded over us, and the second the heat hit my skin, his hands were already on me—skimming up my sides, over my hips, cupping my face like he needed to memorize every inch all over again. I tilted my head back and let out a breathless laugh, only to be silenced by his mouth on mine.
He kissed me like he was trying to drown in it. Like he had no air without me.
Water slicked between our bodies, turning every touch into a slow, sinful glide. My hands found his shoulders, his back, nails dragging lightly as his mouth moved to my throat.
“You’re trouble,” he murmured against my neck, his breath hot even through the mist. “You wear my shirt, walk into my kitchen like that… and expect me to what? Just make eggs?”
“Well,” I gasped, barely able to think as he slid a hand between my thighs, fingers slow and deliberate, “you did make eggs…”
He growled—actually growled—and then lifted me again, pressing my back gently against the warm tile wall. I wrapped my legs around him instinctively, my fingers threading through his damp hair, and then—
God.
He slid into me in one deep, perfect thrust.
We both gasped.
It wasn’t frantic, not at first. It was thick with everything we didn’t say. His forehead dropped to mine, our breaths mingling as he rocked into me, slow and deep, like he had all the time in the world.
“Still okay?” he asked roughly, voice catching.
I nodded, breathless. “More than okay.”
He kissed me again, wetter this time, more teeth, less patience. His hips snapped forward harder, and my back arched, hands gripping his shoulders like lifelines.
The water poured around us, over us, but nothing could cool the heat building between us.
Every thrust hit deeper. Every slide of his hands, every word whispered into my ear—dirty, reverent, desperate—had me unraveling.
“God, Suzy…” His voice cracked. “You feel so fucking good.”
“You too,” I gasped, rolling my hips to meet him, greedy now. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t.
He held me tighter, moved harder, his body coiling with tension. I could feel how close he was, could feel mine building too, right there under the surface.
“Come for me,” he whispered roughly. “Let me feel you lose it again.”
It hit me in a rush—fast, powerful, blinding. I moaned into his mouth, my whole body clenching around him, trembling. He groaned, deep and guttural, and followed me over the edge in a final, shuddering thrust.
We collapsed into each other, breathing hard, water cascading around us like we were in some kind of fever dream. He held me for a long moment, my legs still wrapped around him, forehead pressed to mine.
“That,” I panted, “was better than eggs.”
He chuckled, his chest still heaving. “You are going to be the death of me.”
I grinned, stroking his wet hair back from his forehead. “Then what a way to go, Doctor.”
He kissed me again, slower now. Tender. “I think I’m in real trouble with you.”
“Good,” I whispered, kissing him back. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”
The drive to my place was quiet, but the good kind of quiet—the kind where his hand never left my thigh and I couldn’t stop glancing sideways at him just to make sure this was real.
The sun was already warming the sky, casting that golden, lazy morning light over everything. Logan looked too good behind the wheel—hair still slightly damp from our shower, shirt rolled at the sleeves, jaw flexing every time he glanced at me like he wanted to pull over and kiss me again.
“I could get used to this,” I murmured.
He glanced at me with a half-smile. “To me driving you home or to what we did before breakfast?”
“Both,” I said sweetly, biting my bottom lip. “But especially how the day started.”
He laughed softly, then reached for my hand. “I meant what I said, Suzy. I don’t want this to end. And I don’t plan to let it.”
And he didn’t.
In the days that followed the competition, he saw me every single day. Sometimes just for a quick lunch, sometimes late at night when the girls were already asleep. But he always showed up—with quiet smiles, strong hugs, and kisses that still made my knees weak.
Lily was over the moon. Not only because I was smiling more than ever, but because she and Izzy got to see each other almost every day too.
It became their new normal—study dates, shared dinners, gymnastics drills in the backyard while Logan and I watched from the porch, pretending not to melt every time one of them called us “Coach Dad” or “Auntie Suzy.”
Now, as Logan pulled up to my place and put the car in park, I turned to him, a bittersweet flutter in my chest.
“You sure you don’t want to come in?” I asked, brushing my fingers along the collar of his shirt.
He leaned in and kissed me softly. “I’d love to. But I promised Izzy I’d be back before lunch. We’re baking something—her idea, not mine.”
My eyes widened. “You’re willingly entering the kitchen again?”
“I’m a changed man,” he said, eyes twinkling. “Blame the woman who wore my shirt and ruined my life.”
I laughed and leaned in for another kiss. “Good luck surviving banana muffins.”
He kissed me one more time, slower this time. “I’ll call you tonight.”
“You better.”
He waited until I was at the door before driving off—and even then, I caught him watching me in the rearview mirror.
And that’s when I knew.
This wasn’t just a weekend romance. This was something that was going to last.
The knock on the door came exactly two minutes after Lily had asked for the fifth time, “When are they getting here?” She practically launched herself across the living room.
“They’re here!” she squealed, her socked feet skidding on the hardwood as she sprinted toward the front door.
I barely had time to grab a dish towel to wipe my hands before she was already yanking it open.
“Mom! Dad!”
Barbara dropped her suitcase in the hallway and caught Lily mid-air, spinning her once with a dramatic gasp. “Oh, my baby girl! I missed you so much! Did you grow in just a week?”
Daniel followed with an armful of bags and a tired but beaming smile. “Hey, Suzy.”
“Hey,” I said, hugging him briefly. “You guys survived.”
“Barely,” Barbara said, breathless as she set Lily down. “Two international layovers, one toddler meltdown that wasn’t even ours, and Daniel nearly got into it with a guy who tried to cut the taxi line in Lisbon.”
“I was provoked,” he said simply.
Barbara rolled her eyes and turned to me. “Now tell me everything. How was the competition? Did our little Simone Biles here take the gold?”
Lily puffed out her chest proudly. “Third place on bars, second on beam, and a gold medal for best floor performance.”
Barbara gasped, genuinely impressed. “What?! That’s amazing, Lily! I’m framing those medals.”
“I already did,” I said with a wink. “They’re hanging above her bed.”
“And me and Aunt Suzy got matching new leotards,” Lily added.
“Aunt Suzy bought them for you?” Barbara asked.
“No. It was Logan,” Lily said casually.
Barbara blinked. “Logan? Izzy’s father?”
Daniel raised a brow. “Wait—why would he buy Suzy a leotard?”
Lily shrugged and grinned. “Because he’s Aunt Suzy’s boyfriend.”
Barbara blinked. “Wait. Logan? As in… Dr. Logan Kaiser? Grumpy silver fox Logan? ‘Brooding Batman Dad’ Logan?”
Daniel snorted. “You mean our hotel-neighbor Logan? The guy who only nods at drop-off and has all the moms making up secret nicknames for him?”
“Exactly,” Barbara said, eyes wide. “That Logan?”
I chuckled and winced, but nodded. “Yep. That one.”
Barbara’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. “Suzy. You tamed the Ice King?!”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” I muttered.
“She would,” Daniel said. “She absolutely would.”
Barbara let out a dramatic gasp. “I knew something was going on! He barely spoke a word to us at any of the competitions, and now you’re telling me he helped carry your luggage, gave Lily snacks, and sat next to you during finals like it’s totally casual? Come on!”
I tried not to grin. “It… happened kind of naturally. The girls are best friends, we spent more time together, and I got to see the real Logan. He’s actually funny, and thoughtful, and sweet. Still grumpy. But sweet.”
Barbara shook her head in mock disbelief. “I need a moment to process that Suzy Connor landed the most emotionally unavailable dad on the gymnastics circuit.”
“He’s not that emotionally unavailable,” I said, my cheeks heating. “And it’s not about ‘landing’ him. We just… clicked. And he’s been amazing.”
Lily piped up again. “They kiss. A lot.”
“Thank you for that,” I murmured.
Barbara burst out laughing. “Oh, I’m obsessed with this. I need every single detail over wine.”
Daniel put a hand on his heart. “Just tell me he doesn’t have some weird obsession with protein powder.”
“He makes a mean breakfast,” I said. “And he’s actually a great dad. Izzy’s lovely. They’ve both been really good for Lily.”
Barbara’s face softened. “Okay, now I’m really happy for you.”
“Me too,” Daniel said, pulling me into another hug. “Seriously, Suz. You deserve something amazing.”
And in that moment—with Lily twirling around the living room showing off her medals, and Barbara still muttering ‘Ice King, though?’ under her breath—I realized how much I’d missed them.
But more than that, I realized how full my life had become in just a few weeks.
Full of love. Full of laughter. Full of a brooding surgeon who smiled only for me.
And that? That felt like home.