Page 46 of Puck Drop
“No, not hurt,” I chuckle. “Just… in the zone,” I repeat.
Suddenly, I realize that we are standing in the doorway. It looks dark outside, which makes me wonder what time it is.
“How come you’re already back from D.C.?” I ask.
“We flew back home right after the press conference was over,” Logan tells me.
I frown in surprise. “That had to have happened really fast. I thought it would be hours after the game that you’d be back here.”
“It has been hours, Lizzie,” Logan explains, his tone, gentle, and maybe a little bit amused.
“What time is it?” I finally ask but not prepared for what he says next.
“It’s almost three in the morning, Lizzie.” He looks down at the ground with a bashful expression on his face. “I rushed here straight from the airport. I didn’t want to go home to my house. I wanted to be with you.”
I stare at him for the longest time, and I’m sure he’s wondering if I am even capable of processing what he just told me, or if I’m even happy that he’s here. When everything finally clicks together, I gasp in shock.
“Oh my God, you must be so tired.”
I grab him by the arm and pull him inside the small apartment before pushing the door closed. I never let go of him as I bring him all the way into my bedroom. The place is small, so it doesn’t take us long to get there.
“What are you doing, Lizzie?” Logan laughs when I stop in front of the queen size bed and push at his torso for him to sit down. He goes with it and sits on the edge of the bed.
Honestly, I’m not quite sure,” I tell him. “I feel so tired. I’m just running on instinct right now.”
As I’m talking, and totally without thinking, I start pulling on my clothes. My leggings go down my legs first, and I’m relieved to feel the cool air against my skin. I have no idea why I didn’t put shorts on when I first got home. This is no weather for leggings.
“Lizzie?” Logan stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. “You’re getting naked,” he makes sure to inform me.
“It really is the best feeling in the world,” I laugh. “I feel so overheated, and I have no idea why I put on heavy clothes when I got home from work. The weather in Austin is killing me, Lo. I don’t know if I can handle this. Any of this,” I open my arms wide as I say it.
Logan watches me, and I don’t know if I’m dreaming, or he really looks apprehensive as he takes me in. I would have thought that he was happy to be here. After all, he is the one who came to me, not the other way around.
“When you say,” he starts, “that you can’t handle any of this, what exactly do you mean, Lizzie?”
His question snaps my sluggish brain from its tired mode. Unfortunately, it is very short-lived. I understand what he’s asking me while at the same time, I don’t know why he’s trying so hard to find out what my problem is.
“You really hate it here,” he says, and I could swear there’s just not only devastation in his voice, but also a little bit of desperation. “What can I do to make it better for you?” he asks.
With slow movements, I manage to pull my T-shirt over my head. I drop it to the floor and look down my body. I am left in only my bra and matching panties. From the way, his eyes run up and down my body, I can tell that he likes what he sees, and I hope he will take advantage of it, and me.
“You can getin this bed with me,” I tease him, pulling the comforter on my side of the bed. I take a moment to smile at the fact that I assigned him the other side, even though he hasn’t spent the night here very often.
I don’t wait to see what he’s doing, instead I slip under the covers and sigh when I feel the cool pillow under my head.
“This feels so good,” I moan as I rub my face into it. I then look at Logan. “It’s your turn now,” I smile at him.
I don’t know if it is my smile or something else, but the determination on his face tells me that he’s not going anywhere. The realization brings me peace, and I take a moment to appreciate his beautiful body as he removes his shorts and the T-shirt he has on. Like me, he doesn’t take his boxer briefsoff. Instead, once everything else is off, he lifts the covers on his side and slips under. I wait patiently as he makes himself comfortable, moving his head against the pillow, just like I did only seconds ago.
“That feels good, right?” I ask him as I grin from ear to ear.
“It feels fucking amazing,” Logan agrees. “I didn’t realize how tired I was until just now when I got in your bed.” He turns his head to look at me, a cute dimple, making an appearance on the left side of his mouth. “I hate to tell you, Lizzie, but I’m so freaking tired, that I can’t think straight. I want you so badly right now, but I’m pretty sure I will disappoint you if I don’t take a quick nap first.”
I turn on my side to face him and rest my hands under my head. “I’m so happy that you’re here,” I tell him. “I know you weren’t gone long, but I missed you like crazy. I thought about you a lot and about us.”
His eyes look tired and like he’s struggling to listen to my words. I don’t even know what I’m trying to tell him right now other than I am happy to see him. I didn’t expect for him to come here straight from the airport.
“I cried a little bit after your game ended,” I confess.
