Hana heard the change in Logan’s breathing and knew he slept. Just like that, he shut his eyes and left. She groaned aloud at the unfairness which left her baking in front of a roaring fire with the suspicion she might need the toilet soon. Concentrating on the soporific assurance of Logan’s steady breaths, Hana drifted into sleep. She woke with a start as a floorboard creaked nearby, panicking and snatching at the zipper of her sleeping bag.
“It’s okay.” Logan’s whisper felt warm on her cheek and his fingers stroked her cool forehead. “I put more logs on the fire. It damped down too fast.”
Hana lay back on something warm, realising his arm replaced the wooden floor beneath her head. Lacking the energy to argue, she settled, pushing her body back into his and enjoying the contact. “Thank
