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“You’re coming to the alumni game with Marc, right?” I ask, breaking the silence.
“I don’t think so. I need to work on my paper for creative writing.”
I look at her, confused. “But we haven’t talked about it yet. You won’t even know what to write.”
She shrugs. “It’s due Monday, and I’m sure I can come up with a few pages. Hockey, right?”
“Well, what would I write about?” My voice begins to sound frantic. “I want to do this assignment the way we are supposed to.”
I honestly have no idea what I would write about because I really don’t know anything about this girl, except for how I feel about her. I was hoping this assignment was my opportunity to get a look into what makes her who she is and have some of my questions answered about her past.
“Well, you had your chance to do that last night,” she snaps. She’s still hurt by my not showing up, and I can’t blame her. She takes a deep breath before changing her tone. “I’m sure you can write whatever you want. I doubt that Kenny will even read it.”
I shake my head at her in disagreement. I honestly don’t give a shit about the actual paper; I just want to spend time with her. I want to know her, I want her to know me, and this assignment is the perfect opportunity.
“After the game, I want to take you somewhere.”
“Eli...” she begins to object.
“Logan, please,” I plead. “Just say you’ll come with me. I think it will help you understand me a bit better.” I pause a moment for her response, but she’s still standing her ground and not giving in. “I want you to understand me.”
She inhales a deep breath as every feature on her face softens. “Okay, fine. I’ll go.”
“I’ll be here at five-thirty. Promise.” I know I have the biggest shit-eating grin on my face right now because I’m getting my way, but I don’t care. “Dress warm.”
“Where are you taking me?” she asks with suspicion, but the sly grin forming on her lips tells me she’s in, regardless.
“You’ll have to wait and see,” I playfully tell her while trying to hold back my excitement.
I give her one last look up and down before I leave. I don’t even try to be sly about it as I bite my bottom lip, roaming her body with my eyes. And once my gaze makes it back to her face, she doesn’t even try to playfully scold me for my staring. She just lets me take her in. I get the feeling she likes me looking at her just as much as I do.
Taking the image of her perfect body and wet hair, I lock it in my mind and leave for my game, reeling about the fact that I get to see her again as soon as it’s over.
Chapter 45
Logan
When Marc swung by my room before he left for the alumni game, I didn’t mention that I had plans to see Eli afterward. He didn’t even ask if I wanted to come along; he just assumed that I was done with Eli’s bullshit and wouldn’t want to see his brother. Which maybe I should be, but I can’t seem to shake the guy. He’s already begun to occupy space in my mind and heart, and I don’t know if I’m going to be able to stop it. Maybe I don’t want to stop it.
It’s a few minutes until five-thirty, the time that Eli said he would be here. I’m trying not to get my hopes up that he will even show, let alone be on time, but I did do my hair and makeup in anticipation, so I guess you could say my hopes are already there.
I hear a knock on my door and look at the clock. If this is Eli, not only did he show up, he’s early.
Opening the door, I can’t hold back the smile plastered on my face when I see Eli standing in my doorway.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” he says in return with the same expectant smile.
I doubt he’s noticed it, but whenever I greet him, I always say ‘hi’ instead of ‘hey’ or ‘hello.’ It’s a stupid little thing I reserve in my mind only for him.
He doesn’t say anything. He just stares at me, which is fine by me because I can’t help but stare right back at him. I swear, every time I see Eli, he gets more handsome. It’s like god made him the most attractive man I’ve ever seen so that I would forgive all the stupid shit he does. Because right now, I’m starting to forget why I was even upset with him last night.
He’s wearing his hockey sweatshirt again with jeans and Converse. He has his hat on backward, reminding me of the night we kissed, and I accidentally knocked it off. The memory heats my cheeks as a laugh slips from my lips.
“What’s so funny?” He asks while laughing with me, but not knowing why.
I shake my head as I try to hold back my giddy smile. “Nothing.”
