Noah's POV
I suggest we head home the moment our kiss breaks.
And we… barely make it out of the roller rink.
We manage to change into our regular shoes. We even get as far as the front doors. But that's it. That's all the restraint we have left. Because the next thing I know, Logan's hands ar on me, slamming me against the restroom wall and kissing me like I'm the air he hasn't breathed in two years.
I kiss him back, desperate and open-mouthed. Our teeth knock. My hands fist in the collar of his shirt. I can't get close enough.
An elderly woman gasps and scurries out of the restroom like she's just witnessed a crime—and maybe she has.
Logan grips my thighs, hoists me up like I weigh nothing, and carries me into a thankfully clean stall.
