Chapter 2

A/N: Okay so I have another story currently going at the moment, it's an Ezria based one called Broken Promises. I plan on alternating between the stories as equally as possible, but right now I'm not sure which one I prefer. I have a semi-clear plan of where this is heading so we'll see what happens! Also, please review, I don't mind negative comments as it gives me something to work on! Thanks.

"T-Thanks," Hanna stuttered as I handed her a cup of hot chocolate. Her mascara had left a black trail down her cheeks, and her eyes were puffy and red from all the crying. I nodded in acknowledgement as I took a seat on the stool next to her.

"I can't believe him. He told me he loved me, that he would never do anything to hurt me," another round of tears interrupted what she was saying.

I put my hand on her thigh. "Hanna, look at me." She slowly raised her eyes to meet mine. "Hanna, you are absolutely amazing, and you deserve someone so much better than him. You will find the perfect person who will love you as much as you deserve to be loved." I smiled at the girl in front of me. How she had changed since the first time I met her. Back then she had just been a lonely girl with no self-esteem, and now sat before me a confident and beautiful girl but she was vulnerable.

A faint smile touched her lips, and I reached my hand up to her face, wiping the black smudges her Mascara had left.

"Is it okay if I stay here tonight? I don't want to have to face my mum's questions."

"Of course," I replied, placing my now empty cup onto the kitchen counter. I stood up and began walking up the stairs; glancing back to make sure Hanna was following. Slowly she removed herself from the stool and walked over to the stairs.

I turned back, a small smile forcing its way onto my lips. I realised in that moment that the ache in my chest had dulled. It was still there, it would always be there, but I realised that Hanna was right – I could love again.

Turning on the light of my room, I made my way over to the wardrobe. I pulled out an old pair of dark grey sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt. "You can wear these if you like," I said as I chucked them towards Hanna.

I turned back to the wardrobe and pulled out my pyjamas. Turning back to face Hanna my jaw dropped. She had taken off her dress and was standing in a black bra and matching lacy underwear. The dim lighting in the room cast shadows on her pale body, and for the first time I truly noticed her.

My eyes scanned up and down her body, taking in everything from her slim frame to the way her bra was slightly too tight. Sensing my eyes on her, she turned away so I could only see her back. She unclasped her bra and slowly pulled the straps off her shoulders before dragging on the white t-shirt. She picked up the sweats from the floor and pulled them on before turning back to face me.

I realised I was still staring and quickly pulled off my own shirt in an attempt to pretend like I had been getting changed at the same time. I watched from the corner of my eye as she took a seat in the middle of my bed, her legs crossed and hands in her lap.

After putting on my shorts I walked over to the bed and sat opposite her. At first, I wasn't sure whether she had noticed. Her eyes were in a trance, obviously thinking about the earlier events of the night.

"Is it easy?" I jumped at the sound of her voice, unsure of what she meant. "Loving girls. Is it easy?" Her blue eyes met mine, and I considered lying to her. I wanted to tell her that it was the easiest thing in the world. But that wasn't the truth.

I shook my head, deciding on the best way to word my answer. "It's not easy. People try to tell me every day that my choices are wrong, that I'm making a big mistake. But for me, all that matters is what I think. It feels good, and it feels right. So I don't listen to what people say."

She went quiet again, processing my answer. "Tonight, when I went to find Caleb, I found him outside hooking up with some other chick."

"Oh Hanna, I'm so sorry." I slid forward towards her and placed my hands on top of her legs. "You deserve someone so much better than him."

Her eyes were focused on my hands and I was unsure as to whether she had heard what I said. Before I had a chance to react she leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine. I was too stunned to do anything and after a second she pulled away.

Her cheeks turned bright red and as she jumped off the bed I finally began processing what had just happened. "I'm so sorry Spence," she began. "I can't believe I just did that. I didn't mean to, it's just that…I don't know what came over me." She began retreating to the door.

In one swift movement I was off the bed and closing the distance between us. I grabbed her t-shirt and pulled her towards me. Her face was only centimetres from mine, and the sweet smell of her perfume was overpowering.

"If you don't want this, say no now, and we'll pretend like it never happened." I breathed, my eyes tracing her jawline. My heart was racing and the pain in my chest had gone.

"I want this." She said. The second those three words left her mouth I pressed my lips against hers. After a moment her lips replied and she kissed me back. I placed my hands on either side of her hips and pulled her closer to me.

Her lips parted slowly and a small groan escaped them as my tongue explored the inside of her mouth. We walked towards the bed, our mouths never leaving each other. Her fingers gradually moved up my stomach and I dragged myself away from her lips and began kissing down her neck.

Her hands wrapped around my waist and she me drew me in closer. Reluctantly I put my hands on her stomach and pushed her back away from me. "Are you sure?" I whispered to her, realising the direction that this was heading in. She nodded and closed the distance between us. This time it was her mouth on my neck and I groaned.

She pushed me down onto the bed and I dragged myself back until my head was resting on the pillows. And then she was on top of me, her lips passionately pressed into mine. I lifted up the bottom of her shirt, and she pulled it over her head, throwing it to the floor next to the bed.

This time I didn't hide my staring, and my hands moved up her body, cupping her breasts. She smiled and leant forward until her mouth was pressed against my ear. "Your turn," she whispered, moving back slightly and allowing me to sit up.

I held my hands up as she pulled my pyjama top over my head. Her eyes took in my exposed chest and she smiled again. Her lips returned to mine as her hands made their way down my stomach.

I arched my body as she reached the top of my shorts, allowing her to pull them off. She discarded them on the floor, her hands now exploring the inside of my thighs. Her hand slipped inside my underwear and I sighed loudly.

"You ready?" She asked playfully and I nodded, growing impatient.

I groaned loudly and gripped the top of bed, my back arching as her hands worked wonders. My head spun and everything seemed peaceful. If only for a moment.