CHAPTER TWENTY
“Do you think it’s compulsory to have s*x in every room before you can stop calling yourself newlyweds?” Hana asked with a smirk.
“I don’t know. I haven’t been a newlywed before.” Logan took a bite of his sandwich and eyed Hana sideways as she struggled to keep the blanket trapped between armpit and breasts. He balanced his plate on the coffee table. “Anyway, what’s in a label?” His lips quirked upwards to reveal the dimple in his right cheek.
“Good answer.” Hana watched the colours of the sunset dapple the sky with orange and pinks against the backdrop of cumulus clouds. The lounge window framed it like an artist’s masterpiece. She sighed. “I hope our enthusiasm never wears off.”
Logan’s brow furrowed as the spectre of Hana’s former husband invaded his thoughts and sull
