“I’d go with you.”
“Are you sure that’s what you want, though? I mean—”
“Cam, I’ve never been more sure about anything,” he cuts in again, smiling now. “And as much as I hate to say it, you wereright. I needed the space to find out whatLoganwanted, away from all the things attached to being a Reed. And now that I’ve found it—or at least found the path I want to take—I’mcertainthe only thing missing is you.”
“Yeah?”
He nods. “Yeah, baby. So if being with you means a life surrounded by hockey after all? Sketching in the stands like I’ve already spent my entire life doing? Well, so fucking be it.”
My heart squeezes, but this time, it’s not out of pain and fear; it’s because I’m feeling so much joy, it can barely be contained in an organ the size of my fist. And it’s the very reason I drop my bag to the floor and set the sketchbook on top of it.
“You’d be in a box with all the WAGs, actually,” I rasp, and he frowns.
“WAGs?”
“Wives and girlfriends. It’s the nickname for all the players’ significant others. Though, I think it’s time they come up with a more inclusive acronym once you’re up there with them.”
His eyes shimmer with so much emotion—the kind of joy and happiness I’ve always craved to see on him.
“Does that mean—”
I silence him with a kiss, answering his question before it can finish leaving his lips. But I don’t stop there, sliding my hands down to the underside of his ass and lifting him into my arms. He clings to me on instinct, wrapping his legs around my hips and slipping his fingers into my hair when I turn and press him back into the wall.
And then I kiss him with everything I am, with everything I know we can be. Everything we fuckingwillbe, because there’s nothing standing in our way anymore. No pride, no fear. No doubt or insecurities. No fake dating schemes or circumstances seeming too insurmountable to tackle.
Out of nowhere, a wolf whistle fills the hallway, causing thetwo of us to break for air. I immediately glance toward the sound, only to find Sully passing by us, grinning at me like the cat that ate the pigeon—or however that saying goes.
“Damn, Rook. At least find a door that locks if you’re gonna maul him like that in public. We don’t need you getting arrested for public indecency.”
Grinning, I flip Old Man the bird before pressing my lips back to Logan’s, this time in a gentle, sweeping kiss. One full of more love and happiness than I could even begin to describe.
Logan is the first to pull away this time, staring down at me with a small smile before resting his forehead against mine.
“I’ve missed you so fucking much, baby.”
A wave of guilt courses through me, and I swallow. “I’m sorry for ending things at the wedding. For hurting you. I hope you know I didn’t want to, I just didn’t see a way—”
He kisses me again, cutting the words off, before speaking against my lips. “No apologies. I think we’ve had enough of those for a lifetime.”
Despite still feeling a bit guilty, I nod in agreement before taking a second to relish this closeness, this hope, this love flowing between our bodies. It’s only when I kiss him again, unable to stop myself, that I realizeLoganis probably the gift Oakley was talking about.
Guess the habit of gifting a person to someone doesn’t just extend to Quinton.
Not that I’ll complain. Having Logan back in my arms is the greatest gift anyone could give me.
“Do you have class tomorrow?” I pause, doing some mental calendar math with the dates, before asking, “Wait, it’s gotta be close to finals, right?”
“Yeah. I took them earlier this week. I’m done until next semester.”
“Thank God. Saves me from convincing you to skip out after Ikeep you up all night,” I murmur, rolling my hips against his for good measure.
He laughs, his head falling back against the wall. “Eh, I’m sure I could’ve paid someone to take them for me.”
“How scandalous of you, Little Reed,” I tease, aiming a knowing smirk at him.
“Yeah, well, I learned from the best.”
His grin damn near stops my heart, and I can’t stop myself from leaning in and kissing him again. And then again after that, just because I can.
