Chapter Twenty-Seven
Their lovemaking was passionate and frenzied. Logan stripped his wife naked without even bothering with the front curtains facing the soccer pitch. Guilt and confusion made him desperate for her. Hana exploited her advantage, making him suffer for the injustice of their argument, but it only served to make them both unsatisfied and edgy. “I love you. Please don’t doubt me?” Logan whispered into the dull light of the cloudy afternoon, pulling her body into his.
Hana narrowed her eyes and pressed her hips against him, enjoying his obvious discomfort. “Then stop making me feel like an outsider.”
“I don’t mean to.”
“But you manage to.”
“Forgive me, please?”
“No.” The smug smile left Hana’s face as her husband flipped her onto her back on the mattress and pressed his
