Hannah’s POV

I’ve been waiting for Garrett all day. Ever since his game ended, I knew he’d be exhausted, and honestly, I just wanted to take care of him. When he finally walked through the door, looking completely drained but still managing to smile at me, my heart melted.

The guys are just as wiped out. Dean is wincing every time he moves, thanks to that brutal hit from Yale’s defenseman. Logan keeps rolling his shoulders, trying to work out the tension, and Tucker—poor Tucker—has barely left the house all week, recovering from bronchitis. It’s a mess, but at least we won.

Garrett collapses onto the couch next to me, stretching his legs over the backrest with a heavy sigh. His head finds my lap almost immediately, and I run my fingers through his hair, knowing how much he loves that. Logan is sprawled out on the other side, leaning against a pillow near me, and Dean and Tucker have claimed the recliners.

We’re watching Anyone But You, though everyone is half-asleep. Garrett and I are sharing a blanket—well, mostly me—but he doesn’t complain. There’s popcorn and fresh cookies on the table, but no one really has the energy to eat.

Garrett keeps shifting, trying to get comfortable, and I can feel the tension in his muscles just from how he moves. I trace light circles on his shoulder, hoping to help him relax.

“I was waiting for you.”

He exhales softly, tilting his head up just enough to meet my gaze, his lips curving in the faintest smile.

“You were?” he murmurs, voice laced with exhaustion.

“Of course. I always wait for you.” I press a soft kiss to his forehead, feeling the warmth of his skin against my lips. “You push yourself so hard. Someone has to make sure you rest.”

Garrett hums in response, his eyes fluttering shut as he shifts closer, his hand resting on my knee.

“I think I can rest now,” he whispers.

I smile, brushing his hair back from his face. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”