"Why don't we stay at your house tonight?" Logan asks when we reach her dorm, and she spots my truck parked right out front.

"Really? You want to?" I ask.

"Yeah. We always sleep here. Let's change it up," she suggests.

I would love for her to stay at my house, in my bed, but I didn't think she would want that. The last time she was at my house was the night we kissed for the first time, and I said those hurtful things to her. It's a party house, so I just assumed she wouldn't want to spend time there, even though it has been my home for the past four years.

"We don't have to, though, if you don't want to," she adds when I don't respond.

"Of course, I want you to stay over," I tell her before bending down and brushing my lips against hers.

"Good," she says with a satisfied smile. "I'm gonna just go throw some things in a bag real quick."

"You're bringing a bag to my house? That sounds official. It's almost as if you're my girlfriend or something," I tease.

"Or something," she repeats with bright eyes. "I'll be down in a minute. Can I just shower at your place?"

My dick twitches at her question. I can just picture her flawless naked body standing under the stream in my shower as the hot water glides over her golden skin. What I would give to be in there with her, cleaning off her sweaty body, touching every inch of her as the soap lathers between us.

"Baby?" She says, breaking me from my heavenly thoughts.

"Um... sorry. Yeah, you can shower at my house," I tell her as I pick my jaw up off the floor.

When we pull up to my house, I open the passenger door for her and swing her bag over my shoulder. I lace my fingers between hers as we walk up the sidewalk. Of course, Logan's bag is tiny because she's low maintenance and doesn't want to intrude on my space. I know that's what she's thinking, but I wouldn't mind if she brought a few more things over and left them here. That way, I'd always have a reminder that she'd be back for them and for me.

I take a deep breath before opening the front door. I'm not nervous for Logan to be here. I want her here, but there are always a lot of people in and out of this place. I'm just glad there's no party here tonight. I don't want her to feel overwhelmed.

Voices are getting louder as we near the living room.

"Hey boys," I say as Logan and I stand in the entryway of the living room. Six of my teammates are sitting around playing video games and yelling at each other when we walk in. One of them pauses their game as they all turn to face us, and the room quiets. Most of them have wide eyes with shocked expressions when they look down at Logan and I's hands intertwined together.

"Boys, this is Logan," I say as I nod towards my girl.

"Logan, this is Mikey, Cruz, Goody, Benny, our goalie, and you know Cam and Patrick," I say as I point to each of my teammates sitting around the couches in front of the large screen TV. I'm aware that my voice deepened when I said Patrick's name, but I can't help it. I can't fucking stand the guy.

"Hey Logan, how are you?" Cam asks with a genuine smile on his face. He's a good guy, and I know he will make Logan feel comfortable even though she's the only girl here right now.

"Hey Cali," Patrick says with a devilish glint in his eye as he keeps his stare on Logan while taking a drink from his beer.

I could fucking kill him.


"I'm good, Cam, good to see you," she says. "Nice to meet you guys," she adds to the rest of my teammates, ignoring Patrick's greeting, which I fucking love.

I don't miss the looks the boys share between each other or the wide eyes and gaping mouths they have as they stare at my girl.

She's hot, trust me, I'm aware, but I will literally kick all of their asses if they don't get it together.

Half of them look like they are mesmerized by my pretty girl, and the other half look like they are shocked that I brought a woman home to stay with me. Though, I don't know why they're so surprised that she's here right now. They all saw her outside of the locker room at our game on Saturday. I know they did because they gave me shit in the group text today, using words like "whipped" and "pussy". I don't care though, if they had a girl that made them feel like Logan does, they'd gladly be whipped for her too.

"I'm Benny," my sophomore goaltender says in excitement as he stands up to greet my girl, dropping the controller from his hands. The rest of the boys just laugh at him and shake their heads at his obvious infatuation.

"Keep it in your pants," Mikey says to him as Logan joins in on the laughter.

"Sorry, Logan. Benny hasn't gotten laid all year. Don't mind him," Goody teases.

"Shut the fuck up, Goody!" Benny says while smacking him in the head with a couch pillow.

"Wanna go, kid?!" Goody asks with an excited smile as he jumps up from his seat and lunges towards Benny, tackling him to the couch. Most of the boys' attention is redirected as they all cheer on their favorite to win the spontaneous wrestling match going down in my living room right now.

"So, is this a thing now?" Patrick asks while pointing between Logan and me. Everyone besides Cam is too distracted to hear his question.

Logan stays quiet, allowing me to answer.

"Yeah, it is," I confidently state. "Logan is my girlfriend," I tell my least favorite teammate. Honestly, I'm just hoping that him knowing she's mine will cause him to back the fuck off and stop eye-fucking her every chance he gets.

Instead, it causes him to spit his beer back into his cup. "You're fucking kidding me," he laughs in disbelief. "You're joking, right?" He asks.

"Shut the fuck up, Patty," Cam sternly warns.