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Prompt ~ Based on 7A: The hug in 7x08 turns into more, but before something happens, Hanna runs out of his room.

She was supposed to turn her head, she was supposed to run as far away from him as she could. But, as she stood with her arms around his back, her nose barely touching his, there was something much stronger than her own willpower pulling Hanna in towards Caleb. In her heart, she knew what it was, but she was far too afraid to admit it to herself.

Love.

She swallowed, hard. She was trying to step back, but her face seemed to be inching forward of its own accord. As she allowed her eyelids to flutter to a close, she felt the lightest brush against her top lip - she instantly recognised the culprit as Caleb's bottom lip. She sucked in a sharp breath, unwilling to make a move either way.

She shouldn't be doing this, she couldn't drag Caleb into her mess.

But at the same time, she wanted nothing more than to push her mouth against his, and kiss him until her legs felt like jelly.

Caleb was getting impatient. His breathing was laboured, and his bottom lip had traced numerous paths over the slight opening between Hanna's. "Han," He murmured against her mouth, "Please."

His tone of voice was too much for her; so needy, hoarse, and full of desire that she couldn't resist. All at once, her hand slid up to cup his jaw, a deep sigh emanated from her throat, and her lips met his in a breathtaking kiss, which she was almost sure would be the end of her.

He responded immediately, his tongue meeting hers as his hands gripped at her top, her hair, anything he could reach as they stumbled back into his room. Her hands slid under his shirt and splayed out across his torso as the door slammed shut, a groan slipping from between Caleb's lips as he allowed himself to get lost in her touch.

Fearing that she might pass out if she didn't take a moment to breathe, Hanna pulled back from the kiss, resting her forehead against his. Caleb slid his palms up and down her back in soothing motions, and swallowed loudly. "I missed you," He murmured against her ear, pressing a soft kiss there before his lips travelled across her cheek, and then back to her mouth.

She had missed him too, so much, more than anything.

But she also cared about him more than anything.

What was she doing? She was supposed to be protecting Caleb, not kissing him. This was exactly what she'd been trying to avoid. "I can't," She whispered against his lips as she gently, reluctantly, pushed him away, "I can't, not now, I'm sorry."

The expression on Caleb's face almost convinced her stay, almost. But if she'd have stayed, she'd have only caused him more pain. And so, not strong enough to hear his pleas, or heartfelt confessions, or words of advice, she turned away and opened the door.

"Han," Came his hoarse voice from behind her, "Please."

She squeezed her eyes shut, and took a deep breath in through her nose. She'd given into his last 'please', she couldn't make the same mistake again.

"I'm so sorry, Caleb."

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