Olivia's POV
Logan and I entered my apartment, the door clicking shut behind us. Before I could even get my bearings, he had me pinned against the wall, his lips crashing against mine.
I melted into the kiss, my fingers tangling in his hair as he pressed his body flush against mine. Logan had always been a passionate kisser, but a new urgency to his movements sent a thrill down my spine.
Just as I got lost in the sensation, I pulled away, breathless. "I, uh, I need to use the restroom. Be right back."
"Don't keep me waiting too long, babe."
I hurried to the bathroom, closing the door behind me.
I gripped the edge of the sink, trying to steady my racing thoughts. My reflection stared back at me, cheeks flushed and lips swollen from Logan's kisses. But it wasn't Logan's face in my mind's eye.
"Don't you dare moan Christopher's name," I muttered.