Page 11 of Light of Christmas
Fuck. I love this girl.
Logan plants a kiss on my nose and jumps down. She spins us around and starts speed walking towards the entrance.
While I pay, I can feel her beside me vibrating with excitement.
The cashier hands us everything we need, and I guide Logan to an empty bench and kneel down in front of her to take off her boots.
Logan flashes me an annoyed look and I already know what she is going to say so I cut her off before she can get a word out. “Yes, I know you can do it. You should know by now not to try and stop me.”
“I wasn’t going to say that,” Logan says, trying to sound pissed off.
I raise my eyebrows and give her a questionable look.
Logan’s façade doesn’t last long before a smile spreads across her face. “Fine. But are you sure your caveman hands can handle the small laces?”
Rolling my eyes, I finish with her and move to the bench to put on my own.
Logan stands and goes to the half wall separating us from the action.
I can see the smile on her face, and I pause for a minute to take a picture. Her cheeks and nose are rosy from the bitter cold, and she has such a big smile on her face watching all the families skate around the oval track.
Just as I am about to take a final photo, she turns around and I snap the most perfect photo. Logan catches me, sticks her tongue out, and laughs. I take one last photo and put my phone back in my pocket.
“Come on Bear. I can’t wait to see how your big caveman body handles skating. I should call Noah and make a bet on how many times you are going to fall on your ass!” She tips her head back and laughs then starts to pull out her phone.
I don’t give her the chance as I pick her up and walk us to the entrance to the rink.
Logan abandons her phone and steps on the ice, shocking the shit out of me when she glides a few feet ahead. She briefly mentioned that her and her mom used to go ice skating before fuckhead came into their lives. But I didn’t expect her to look like a damn ballerina.
Logan’s giggle breaks me out of my trance. “Let’s go, big guy! If you make it one lap without falling on your butt I’ll buy you a hot chocolate!”
I skate towards her, and her eyebrows hit her forehead. “Holy Shit! How? What?”
I reach her, wrap my arms around her waist, and skate us a few feet out of the way of the crowd.
Looking down at her, “What made you think that I couldn’t skate, pretty girl?”
“Look at you! You are a giant. No man your size should be able to move that gracefully on skates.”
“My brothers and I used to play hockey on the frozen lake behind my grandparents’ house every winter.”
Redness creeps up Logan’s neck and I know exactly what she is thinking.
Leaning down so that only she can hear. “What’s that face for Angel?”
I’ve peeked over her shoulder once or twice when she is reading some hockey romance, and that shit is fucking hot as hell. So I know that’s exactly what she is imagining.
Logan pecks my cheek. “Nothing! Let’s go!” she says as she drags me forward.
Hand in hand we make lap after lap around the track. Every few minutes, I pull her closer to me because I can’t seem to go five minutes without feeling her body tucked into mine.
I watch as minute by minute my girl lets go a little more. She looks so free and happy, which is exactly what my goal was.
I wanted her to feel like she didn’t have to feel the constant guilt and anxiety that plagues us back home in Cliff Haven.
A few feet in front of me, Logan stops and looks up at the sky. Snow flurries fall around her and she starts slowly spinning. Her eyes close and a smile is on her face.
I stand back and watch my girl, completely enraptured by not only her beauty but the feeling of how utterly proud I am to be hers.