Chapter 27
Luke fell against Hannah and shifted to the side so he didn’t crush her. She murmured something incoherent. They were still joined. She hooked one of her long legs around his hip. He brought a hand up and caressed her hip. He felt boneless, almost weak. Hannah did that to him. Every time. He opened his eyes to look at her. He could see the pulse beating in her neck. Her eyes were closed. A tear slipped down her cheek. He thought to ask and thought better of it. Instead, he lifted his hand from her hip and pushed her hair away from her face. The long waves of her hair were in wild disarray, tangled about her neck and face, and fanned out across the pillows. She opened her eyes at his touch and turned her head to look at him. Her blue gaze pierced him.
“Hello again,” he rasped.
