Chapter 8
Hannah’s naked body was warm and toasty as she curled into Roy’s chest.
Harry had never made her scream, ever. She hadn’t realized a person might crave more than one round of s*x. For a long time, she thought she’d loved Harry and still did as a friend—but she’d clearly misjudged him because last night blew her past out of the water.
Maybe admitting that she loved Roy made everything better. She wasn’t sure, but she hummed to herself. She turned toward the ocean and the full moon that rose high above the dark waters.
If she could sleep she would, but adrenaline coursed through her. She sat up, holding the sheet to her breasts and looked farther out to the ocean and the dark horizon.
She glanced back at Roy with a pang. He was handsome and strong and protective and sweet and
