Before she breaks the eye contact a second later, shaking her head. “You have to stop looking at me like that.” “Like what?” Gray eyes are dark as Hannah arches a challenging eyebrow at her. “Like you’re thinking about kissing me. You do it all of the time and now I know exactly what that look is,” Hannah whispers, her own eyes falling to Caroline’s mouth. “I’m really not sure I can make that promise,” she admits, the truth of it almost alarming.
