Chapter Thirteen
“Mmnn don’t move. I’m comfy.” Hana resisted Logan’s attempts to disentangle his arms from around her. He tried to pull away but she snuggled in closer, following him across the bed and clinging on harder. Her tangled, messy hair spread out across the pillows behind her like a red carpet and Logan smiled and kissed the top of her head. She wouldn’t let him escape, wrapping her legs around his and forcing him to stay with her.
“What’s wrong, babe?” he asked.
“You feel so cuddly and nice,” came her muffled reply. “I want you to stay here.”
Logan shifted on his side and started to kiss his wife’s tender lips but tensed, his body becoming rigid as he felt her hand move over the rugged scar under his right armpit. Hana opened her eyes and looked up at him perplexed. “What di
