Olivia's POV
The city lights blurred past as Christopher navigated through Manhattan's busy streets. His hand rested on the gear shift, knuckles flexing with each smooth transition. I couldn't help but stare at those hands, remembering how they had felt on my skin earlier.
I needed to get my head straight.
Logan's face flashed in my mind, bringing a wave of guilt. Sweet, reliable Logan who brought me soup when I was sick and remembered my coffee order. Logan, who... who...
I frowned. When was the last time Logan had made my heart race like Christopher? When had his touch last set my skin on fire?
"You're thinking too loud." Christopher's voice cut through my internal crisis. "I can hear the gears grinding from here."
"That's the car, smartass."
"No, that's definitely your brain overheating." He shot me a sideways glance. "Want to share with the class?"
"Pretty sure you can guess."