Noah's POV
I need to tell him.
The words are clawing up my throat, desperate to break free. I've already gotten the first part out; "I need to tell you something."
But the rest of it is stuck.
Logan's looking at me expectantly. Really looking at me, full attention and all. His eyes are soft, open, carrying that relentless love of his that leaves me bare and trembling. And now the words are here, right on the tip of my tongue, but I can't push them out.
