Logan had never branded himself as the jealous type before he met you. He understood that dating an actress came the constant reminder that you were payed to have on screen relationships, but he never let it be known that it bothered him.

After taking a year off from starting any new projects, only filming the occasional next season of a show, you had been in a new movie. But this time, you and your co-star were said by the media to have amazing chemistry on screen.

Again, it wasn’t something Logan made known. Not to you, not to the random interviewers who ask him, the only people knowing being his brother and his best friends.

When the premier for the movie rolled around, he couldn’t attend due to a hockey game against the LA King’s rivals, which left you to go with Harry, your co-star.

He brushed it off as nervousness from the potential of getting into a fight during the game when his teammates asked why he kept checking his phone. But in reality, he was watching the livestream of the interview.

Not being a violent person at all, Logan himself was even surprised when he felt himself want to rip Harry to shreds when Logan saw his arm around your waist.

The cycle went on the rest of the night. Logan would play, then rush to a dark room to watch more of the premier.

You both got home at about the same time, since Logan rejected his teammates invitation to go to a bar to celebrate.

Dinner was quiet. It consisted of you sharing your night, then trying to get Logan to tell you about his plays during the game, but he doesn’t say anything.

“His arm was practically glued to your waist the whole entire night.” He finally spoke the first words to you after what felt like an eternity.