“You’re beautiful,” Logan sighed, brushing the side of her mouth with his lips. Hana wore her vulnerability in her expression and he smiled. “We’ve got all the time in the world,” he promised as he pressed her cheek against his shoulder. “I don’t want you to be scared.”
His perception floored her and gratitude flooded her body. He’d wait. A cynical part of her brain wondered for how long, but she pushed it away, content for now. He held her under the warm sun and Hana sensed an ethereal presence surround them. God didn’t sing ‘la la la’ with his fingers in his ears. Instead, he smiled with satisfaction.
Disappointment raged through her as Logan patted her back. “We need to leave,” he said, his voice lazy.
“No!” Hana pushed her fingers behind his neck and held on. “I don’t want to. Let’s
