“I know,” he replied with a wicked twinkle in his eyes. His gentle fingers released the zipper on her jeans and pushed them over her buttocks.
Later, Hana groaned as the hands of the clock moved towards midday. “I need to get up,” she said with a sigh. Guilt laced her tone.
“Stay with me,” Logan whispered, a sexy edge to his voice.
Hana sat up with a shrug and the sheet slipped to her breasts. “I can’t. It feels wrong to stay in bed all day.”
“What about when you lived by yourself?” The rumble of Logan’s voice sent a comforting sensation along Hana’s spine. “Didn’t you lie in bed all day then?”
“No.” Hana hung her head. “I still got up and put my makeup on, even though I might not see another person.” She hugged her knees, the sheets spilling around her waist to reveal a soft, creamy
