Noah's POV
Logan's response is immediate.
"What!? Why!?"
He tries to turn around too fast and, not so subtly, winces.
I climb off the bed, fast. His sudden movement puts us even more dangerously close than before, and I already feel too warm. My hands are slick with balm and my head with thoughts I have no business thinking. Naked Logan in nothing but a towel is doing nothing to settle my already scrambled emotions.
I point at his face, still twisted in a pained grimace. "That. That's why."
Logan blinks.
"Your shoulder's fucked, Lo. It would be irresponsible of me to let you play."
"It's fine," he grits out. "I just need a few weeks."
"Maybe if you'd listened to me and hadn't overexerted yourself—"
"I've been winning."
