“It’s okay.” He wrapped his other arm around her waist and tucked her in tight, creating a bubble of safety around her.
“I’d forgotten,” she mused, her voice sleepy.
“Forgotten what?” Logan whispered.
“How nice it feels to listen to someone else breathe,” she said, her sentence punctuated with a yawn. “Maybe that’s why I can’t sleep unless I’m exhausted.”
Logan’s arm pulled her closer, constricting her stomach until she levered her bottom against him. Then he leaned over and kissed her neck. He turned her in his arms, centimetres at a time until without resisting, she found herself facing him. His breath smelled of coffee and toothpaste, warm and inviting. When his lips found Hana’s in the darkness, she responded, craving comfort and the need to feel loved. They kissed like teenagers o
