Chapter 27

Vivianne Sinclair

“Are you sure you're fine?” Noah asked for the umpteenth time as he drove me home.

I had bruised my elbow when I fell on the rink earlier.

“Yeah, I'm fine.”

I stared out through the window, my head resting on the headrest, and my cheeks burning hot with smiles as memories of earlier replayed in my head.

That was one hella crazy moment.

“Do you want to grab lunch together? I'm famished.” Noah glanced at me, and as if my stomach was waiting for ...