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Ch 3. Sofa wars
Hanna's POV – Hanna's living room.
God Emily smells good. I know, because I've been snuggling up to Emily all night long. I have no idea what we're watching. But it's supposed to be a scary movie. Emily picked it out and she's probably the only one actually watching.
Aria's been texting on her phone all night and I know Spencer hates horror movies, so she's probably not even watching it.
"It's over Hanna, you can open your eyes now," Emily tells me.
"My face is sore," I complain, reluctantly pulling my face from Emily's soft neck as the ending credits roll.
"That's because your face has been firmly planted against' Em's neck all night long," Spencer says sarcastically.
"I was scared," I counter.
"I thought you loved scary movies?" Spencer questions.
"I do, I just can't look at the screen when the movie's on, that's all."
"Now I see. Hanna loves her some cuddle times with Em," Aria teases.
Crap. They got me.
"No, that's not it," I lie. "I just like scary things," I lie again.
"I dunno," Emily smirks at me. "You were getting a little handsy near the end of the movie."
"What? What are you talking about?" I ask, panicking.
"Kidding," Emily laughs.
She may be kidding. But I swear I must be turning all shades of red right now.
"I have to go to the bathroom," I say, quickly getting off the sofa. "Be back in a few."
Still Hanna's POV
After a few minutes splashing my face with cold water and some deep breathing. I think I'm ready to go back. I know the girls were just teasing me about liking Emily, but if they only knew the truth.
I walk back into the living room, only now Spencer is sitting in my spot with her arm draped around Emily's shoulders. My Emily.
Spencer and Emily are whispering to each other and giggling about something I can't hear.
"Is there something wrong with where you were sitting before Spencer?" I growl, trying to mask the jealousy in my voice but not doing a very good job of it.
"What was that?" Spencer asks nonchalantly as she turns her head.
"I think Hanna's upset that you stole her seat?" Aria interjects.
Stole my seat. That's not all she stole, I think to myself.
"Oh, sorry," Spencer replies. "It's just there's something weird with that sofa. It kinda gave me a neck cramp"
"It did?" Emily asks, with a worried look on her face. "Why didn't you say so? You know I can work that out for you."
Emily gently moves her hands to Spencer's neck and begins giving her a neck massage.
"Oh, yeah, that feels better," Spencer purrs.
God. If Spencer wasn't straight. I'd swear she was enjoying this a little too much.
"Yeah, that's the spot, Em. You got amazing hands," Spencer continues.
First Spencer gets a private swimming lesson with Emily tomorrow and now she's getting a neck massage. What's going on here?
Calm down Hanna, I tell myself. you know Spencer's not into that. You're just being paranoid.
"Does this mean I have to sit on the single sofa by myself?" I pout.
"I think it does," Aria says. "I'm pretty sure Spence isn't going to turn down her own personal masseuse tonight."
"You're so tight Spencer, what have you been doing to yourself?" Emily asks concerned as she continues to rub Spencer's neck and shoulders.
"It must just be the Hastings' stress," Spencer answers. "But I think it's melting away now."
Aria gives me a look as if to say, 'So gay,' and I can't agree more.
