Chapter 19
Hana swallowed, boxed into a corner with her own suspicions. “I don’t know,” she stammered.
Logan crossed the distance between them and placed his lips over hers, removing any objections with their gentle graze. Hana backed up against her stricken vehicle and leaned into him, praying her legs held her up long enough. His persuasive kisses addled her mind and reduced her objections to little more than a peripheral voice in the back of her brain.
“I don’t want to lose you now,” he whispered, their lips close and his fingers threading through her curls. “Please, give me a chance.”
Hana closed the garage against her nosy neighbours opposite and Logan tied up the bumper on her car while she made dinner. He ate, the light leaving his eyes as he grew more exhausted.
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