Page 42 of The Captain's Curfew
Instead, he gave us a chance.
And Logan?He came home to me.
I reach for him without hesitation, arms wrapping around his strong, steady frame.He sinks into me like he needs it as much as I do.
"Told you it’d be okay," I whisper.
His hand slides up my spine."You did."
The next few days feel like a whole new world.
We still keep things semi-private—no PDA in the locker room, no hand-holding in front of staff—but we don’t hide anymore.Logan moves through the space with a subtle confidence now, like he’s done making himself smaller to protect everyone else.
Like he finally believes he’s allowed to want something for himself.
CJ high-fives me when he catches me sneaking Logan a kiss in the parking lot.
Ryder offers me a knowing wink and says, "Took you two long enough."
Even Coach doesn’t bat an eye when Logan walks in one morning holding a cup of coffee with my name written on it.
It’s not the circus I expected.
It’s better.
I edit a new reel that afternoon—mic’d-up footage from practice, plus a few sweet behind-the-scenes shots from game day prep.One clip catches me off guard: Logan kneeling beside a young fan in a Thunder jersey, his voice low, his hand steady on the kid’s shoulder.
"You don’t have to be loud to be strong," he says."Sometimes, the quiet ones hold the line."
I blink fast as I crop the footage, my heart clenching in my chest.
He’s not just the captain.
He’s mine.
And I think I’m in love with him.
I don’t say it right away.I don’t even say it that night.
Instead, I show him.
Dinner.His favorite movie.Letting him have the last slice of pizza even though I want it.Falling asleep on his chest while he absentmindedly strokes my hair.
But the words are there.
Waiting.
Building.
By the time Saturday rolls around, I’m buzzing with them.
"You okay?"Logan asks as he drives us into town for brunch.
I nod, biting my lip."Just thinking."
He arches a brow."Dangerous."
I swat his arm, laughing."Rude."
