He knew he couldn't risk taking her clothes off. He knew he couldn't touch her the way he wanted to. But he didn't care; he'd had to kiss her. And if he hadn't been able to get her out of his mind before tonight . . . if his thoughts had turned to her time and time again after that first kiss in the school parking lot, then there was no question that he was damn fucked now. He wanted her with an ache in his gut that he knew couldn't be appeased by someone else. There was no sense in even trying. It had to be Hannah.
