The door clicked and the room darkened. Hana panicked.
The sound of the bell for the first period sent them skittering apart, Hana putting her hand up to her mouth in horror. “We need to stop.” She sounded breathless and her heartbeat thudded in her ears.
Logan snaked his hands around her waist and pulled her into him, planting a kiss on her forehead. “What if I don’t want to?” His lips were persuasive, the skin on his jaw soft from an early morning shave and his cologne intoxicating. Hana gasped as her stomach plunged downwards in a sensation of incredible longing. Logan’s lips pressed against her ear. “What if I never let you go again?” he asked in a whisper.
“Stop it,” Hana giggled, wriggling away as Logan bit her neck. “We’ll get caught.”
“Is there a light switch?” She heard his co
