Mallory

Logan estava jogando basquete com seu time, suava e se concentrava em suas festas.

As garotas que estavam assistindo a partida continuaram torcendo por Logan como groupies.  No meio da partida, ele olhou para a torcida e percebeu Mavis vestindo sua camisa.

Ele parou de tocar e deu um sorriso malicioso para ela falando baixinho " Isto é para você. Antes que ele marcasse um ponto.

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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