Logan watched as the emotions flicked across Hana’s face, poorly masked in her confusion. Her green eyes filled with pain and her guard dropped for long enough for him to see the turmoil hidden inside.
Realising too late, Hana forced a smile onto her lips and buried the feelings back in Pandora’s Box. “Thanks for showing me around,” she said, her tone clipped and professional. “I should probably go home.”
Logan reached for her, one hand confiscating the lilting wine glass and the other closing around her wrist. “Tell me?” he asked, a hint of pleading beneath the surface. Time whipped past him as he lost seconds of opportunity, days, weeks, years and decades. He let go of her wrist and touched her cheek, soft fingers caressing and coasting over her flushed skin. Hana’s eyelids fluttered c
