John Logan személy
”Hey, I handle the drinking part just fine. It’s the morning after that does me in.” I smirk at my teammates. “Besides, I’m your captain. Somebody has to stay sober to keep your crazy asses in line.”
“Thanks, Mom.” Logan pauses, then shakes his head. “Actually, no, you’re the mom,” he tells Tucker, grinning at Tuck’s apron before turning back at me. “Guess that makes you the dad. You two are positively domestic.”
We both flip him the finger.
“Aw, are Mommy and Daddy mad at me?” He gives a mock gasp. “Are you guys gonna get a divorce?”
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(…) Garrett deserves to be happy. He plays it off like he’s a cocky sonofabitch, but truth is, he’s a goddamn saint. The best center I’ve ever skated with and the best person I’ve ever known, and I’m comfortable enough with my hetero status to say that if I did play for the other team? I wouldn’t just fuck Garrett Graham, I’d marry him.
Were you expecting me to say no?”
“Kind of,” she admits.
“Why would I? Seriously, what guy turns down Die Hard? The only thing that could sweeten this deal is if you offered me some booze.”
“I don’t have any.” She stops to think. “But I’ve got a whole bag of gummy bears hidden in my desk drawer.”
“Marry me,” I say instantly.
“Don’t give me your sex grin. It’s creeping me out.”
His mouth stays frozen in the sex-grin position. “I’ll stop smiling like this if you agree to be my date tonight.”
“You’re the most annoying pers—”
The grin widens, and he even throws a little wink in there.
Ten minutes later, we’re out the door.
“Mmm-hmmm. As long as I keep staring at my hands then I don’t have to think about plummeting two hundred feet to my death.”
“This tower definitely isn’t two hundred feet tall.”
“Well, it’s tall enough that my head will crack like a watermelon when it hits the ground.”
“Jeez. You really need to work on your romance technique.”
I gape at him. “This is supposed to be romantic? Wait, do you have a fetish for girls throwing up on you?”
Now she’s the one howling, because I’m tickling the shit out of her. And as she squirms on the bed and tries to escape my relentless fingers, I reach several conclusions.
One, I’ve never had more fun with a girl in my entire life.
Two, I never want this to end.
I think I might be falling in love with her.