“Well, I wasn’t about to have my way with you in the hallway, Hannah.” She can feel the tremulous breath Hannah releases at her words, the warmth of it washing over her own lips and – holy shit, she can see it in the way Hannah looks at her – that wanting look at her words. It is all real. Last night hadn’t been some sort of fluke or figment of her very Hannah-desiring imagination. Hannah wants her, too.
