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Logan swirled the hot cocoa in his thermos as though it were a fancy wine and not something he made out of a packet in less than a minute. He probably still had chocolate dust clinging to the sleeves of his coat from when he spilled earlier, in too much of a hurry to see Caleb fumble his way through making a snowman while stoned.
Sighing, he sipped and let his lip tug down in disappointment before trailing his gaze back to the white landscape in front of him.
The snow on the Colorado mountains seemed so inviting for snowboarding. He could go for another round. The boys would love to. And yet…
“I miss my girlfriend,” Logan blurted out.
Jacob groaned, rolling his eyes and passing the blunt to a beaten up Caleb, who had somehow lost a fight to an inanimate object with a carrot for a nose. Jake and Logan were stuck sharing a room in their rented cabin, and apparently late night talk consisted of very little other than the five-foot-something woman waiting for him back home. Logan didn't know. He couldn't remember any of what he said yesterday.
While sympathetic to the other man’s annoyance, Scotty only gave a look to Jacob then put a hand on Logan’s shoulder.
“You’ll see her in like two days, dude.”
“Um.” Logan’s eyebrows furrowed in an attempt to focus. Busy clearing out the fog in his mind, he barely noticed that they had skipped his turn in the rotation.
He took another sip of hot chocolate and grimaced. It was watered down, and he knew she would have made it better. And if he begged enough, she might have sat in his lap on the couch while they finished their drinks together, watching something stupid under an ugly Christmas throw blanket.
He made up his mind.
“No.”
A cloud from Caleb blew out over the snowy hills before he cocked his chin Logan’s way. “No?”
Logan stood, letting his breath crystallize in the freezing air around him one last time then shook his head and repeated, “No.”
“What the hell?!”
In the middle of their living room, Louise stood barely dressed and holding a bat. Logan let his duffel bag fall to the ground, peeling off the thick coat too big to shove in the carry on. He clicked on a lamp to fully make his presence known in the low light.
She glared at him in that cute way she did, lips pouting, eyes promising death.
“Hey,” he said but offered no further explanation.
“‘Hey?!’” Louise lowered the bat and put a hand on her hip. “You’re supposed to be in another state on your stupid boys trip. I had two more days of blissful freedom planned, and you’re ruining it by breaking in?”
It crossed his mind to argue whether one could break into their own home, but he didn’t bother. He grinned, wandered closer to her, and knew he had made the right call.
“I missed you.”
“I almost made a ramen bowl out of your skull.”
“But you didn’t,” Logan replied. He blinked the darkness away to actually register what he was seeing. Louise, hair messy with sleep, stood wearing one of his favorite shirts and not much else. “You missed me too?”
She didn’t respond, but she didn’t need to as he wrapped his arms around her and breathed in the relief of being home. Warmth enveloped him as she returned the gesture, though she did so slowly, muttering grumpy words about how he had brought the outside cold in with him.
Maybe he could take a crack at making hot chocolate for them? It fit the mood after all.
Instead, Logan broke the peace by slipping a chilled hand under his her shirt and cupping one of her breasts, much to the hissing dismay of his girlfriend.
“I’m still holding a bat!”