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“What time do we have to be at the hotel?” I skimmed my hands over her curves. God, she felt so good. This felt so right.

“Not until later,” she said, relaxing into my touch. “Mm. That feels good.”

“Yeah?” I grazed her jaw with my lips then lower still. “Should I keep going?”

“Mm-hm,” she hummed.

I chuckled, disappearing beneath the covers. I kissed and licked and touched her until she fell apart. And then she climbed on top of me, our movements slow and intentional and full of love.

Later, after we’d showered then dressed, we packed up the gifts to take them to the Huxley Grand, where Logan’s family was staying. It was crazy to think that just a year ago, I’d given Emerson’s number to Logan as her Christmas gift. And she’d given me a signed jersey that was still one of my most prized possessions. I didn’t know if I could top last year’s present, but that wasn’t going to stop me from trying.

“Hey.” I snagged her hand, pulling her to me. “Before we head over, do you want to exchange our gifts?”

Logan went over to the Christmas tree and pulled out a large package. I opened it, grinning when I saw the contents. She’d commissioned a popular local designer to make us custom jackets to wear to each other’s games. Plus, a dress for her that I could not wait to see her in. I was pretty sure it would end up on the floor almost immediately.

I tried on the jacket, loving how soft it was. It had her name and jersey number, all in the team colors for the Bobcats. “This is awesome.” I held out my camera. “Take a pic for me? I want to post it on my socials. If that’s okay,” I added.

She nodded, taking my phone and snapping a few pictures. “You look so good wearing my name.”

I smirked, tugging her closer, taking a few more pictures as I kissed her, held her. These were just for me.

We hadn’t hidden our relationship, but we also hadn’t broadcast the fact that we were together. We attended each other’s games, wore each other’s jerseys, but we’d never posted anything on social media because of Levi. I was tired of holding back. Levi and Logan were in a good place, and Levi and I had started to work on repairing our relationship.

I wanted to tell everyone about Logan and me. I was so fucking proud of her, proud to be her partner. I loved her, and I wanted everyone to know it.

“Here.” I handed her a small box.

She smiled, removing the wrapping paper to reveal the bracelet nestled inside. She took it out and slid it on her wrist, admiring the design. It looked like a puck, but it had our initials engraved on it.

I discreetly tapped the matching one on my wrist, and she jolted.

“This bracelet.” She peered down at it. “It just…buzzed.”

I grinned. “That’s because it’s a haptic bracelet. You can tap it different ways, and it will send me a buzz to communicate something.”

“Whoa.” She looked at it again. “That’s so cool. What did that buzz mean just now?”

“I love you.”

She kissed me. “I love you too.”

“There’s a guide inside the box, but certain ones mean I miss you or Are you okay? I thought it might help us feel more connected, even when we have to be apart.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck. “I love that.”

“Now, for another present,” I said.

“Another one?” she joked.

“Mm-hmm.” I ran my thumb down her lips. Fucking gorgeous. “Close your eyes.”

She smirked. “You know how I love temperature play, but I don’t think we have enough time for that right now.”

I chuckled. “Agreed. But I’m not ruling it out for later.”

She leaned in, giving me a kiss. “Me either.” Then she straightened and closed her eyes.

I unbuttoned my shirt, stripping it off. “Open.”