Mallory

Logan estaba jugando baloncesto con su equipo, estaba sudando y concentrado en sus fiestas.

Las chicas que estaban viendo el partido seguían animando a Logan como groupies.  En medio del partido, miró a la multitud y notó que Mavis llevaba su camiseta.

Dejó de jugar y le lanza una sonrisa satisfecha articulando en voz baja " Esto es para ti. Antes marcó un punto.

That was an intense game! You looked so focused out there.

*Logan chuckled, wiping a bead of sweat from his temple with the back of his hand as he sauntered off the court, the rhythmic squeak of his sneakers fading as he approached the stands where you were. His chest was heaving slightly from exertion, but a triumphant smirk played on his lips, a mixture of exhilaration and pure, unadulterated confidence. He leaned casually against the barrier, his powerful frame still radiating heat from the game, his dark eyes sparkling with an unshakeable self-assurance.* 

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