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I start heading towards the stairs to go to my room, but I look back for a second to get one last glimpse of Logan for the night, and she catches me doing so.
“Sorry guys, I think I’m done for tonight,” she tells them without breaking eye contact with me.
She picks up her cup from the table and starts walking in my direction.
“Where the hell did you learn to play like that?” I ask her when she makes it over to me at the base of the stairs.
“I have absolutely no idea,” she giggles. “I’ve only played once before, and I was terrible then. So, this must’ve just been luck.”
I smile down at her. “Well, you’re impressive nonetheless.”
Her eyes lock with mine, and a blush warms her cheeks. I find myself unable to stop staring at her. Her emerald-green eyes are mesmerizing. The ink on her exposed collarbone catches my eye, and now that I’m close enough, I can see her tattoo more clearly. It’s small and handwritten. I think it says ‘I love you.’
I wonder who wrote it. Does she have a boyfriend?
She catches me staring and flips her hair over her shoulder to cover up her tattoo. Maybe she doesn’t want me to ask about it, or perhaps she doesn’t want me to know that she has a boyfriend.
“Are you done for the night?” Logan quickly glances up the stairs.
“Yeah, I need to get to my room.”
She reaches out her cup to me. “Well in that case, this is for you.”
Taking her cup, I look inside. It’s just water.
“I’ve owed you a new one all night, and I couldn’t stand being indebted to you any longer.” She gives me a playful smile, and I can tell she’s been planning to use that line on me for a while.
God, she’s charming. This promise to Marc is going to be hard to keep.
I laugh under my breath before taking a sip. There’s a bit of her chapstick on the rim—vanilla, I think.
“Maddisoooon,” a drunk guy slurs while coming down the stairs, but I have no idea who he is. He begins to fall into Logan when he reaches the bottom, but I grab him and hold him upright with my empty hand.
“Maddison, this season, we’re going all the way. Don’t you agree?” he drunkenly asks.
“Definitely,” I quickly state with a nod.
The last thing I want to talk about right now is hockey, and I don’t want this guy around Logan any longer than he already has been.
“You should go talk to Patrick about this season.” I motion in the direction of the beer pong table.
“Patty!” the drunk guy exclaims as I help him go on his way.
Looking back at Logan, I shake my head.
“So, Maddison, huh? How many names do you have?”
“Too many,” I explain. “Maddison is my last name.”
“Oh. Then, where does the ‘J’ in EJ come from?” She cocks her head to the side.
“My middle name is James. Eli James. EJ for short,” I try to explain my family’s nickname.
“Got it.”
“So, what’s it going to be then?”
“Huh?” She gives me a questioning look.
