“Why not?” Logan replied, pulling her closer. As the kiss heated up, he felt the weight shift on his knees and the expensive camera slipped into mid-air. He scrambled, but failed to stop it hitting the floorboards with a dreadful clang. The sound echoed around the cavernous hall and Hana clapped a hand over her mouth. Logan’s eyes widened as the drone of voices stopped and his lips curved upwards into a grin. Hana shook her head in horror. He waited a heartbeat before sticking his face over the rail and raking the area below. “It’s fine,” he reassured her, sitting back down.
“What about the camera?” Hana’s eyes widened and Logan retrieved it, testing the zoom and checking the outer casing.
“It’s okay,” he whispered, pointing to a slight scuff on one corner. “I can clean that off.”
Hana
