Logan closed his eyes and shook his head. “No, babe. It’s not his style.” He climbed onto the bed and lay next to her. Hana put her tea back on the cabinet and laid her head on his chest. Logan sighed. “Why did you think I’d dump you?”
She shrugged. “I messed up and you gave me the silent treatment. It felt like a logical conclusion.”
Logan’s head scuffed the pillow. “That’s ridiculous. Don’t say it again. You scared me and I didn’t know how to explain how it made me feel. Where I’m from, we never speak about our emotions.”
“I’m sorry,” Hana whispered and he turned to face her. His palm against her cheek felt warm and safe. Logan climbed beneath the bed sheets, keeping his clothes on. He held Hana in her monkey pyjamas, his kisses urgent and desperate. When he rolled on top of her, Hana
