Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo this chapter had to happen. Don't hate me, you all know it'll get better!
Hanna woke as the sun streamed through the window onto her face. She was aware of a dull headache at the back of her head but she tried to ignore it—she was used to that feeling on a Sunday morning. Warmth surrounded her and she subconsciously burrowed down into it. It was when the warmth tightened around her waist that she realized it wasn't her blankets that surrounded her. She glanced down, fully awake now, and saw a tanned arm lying over her pale stomach, holding her tight against a flush, muscular body. Everything from last night came back, their kisses, her mouth on him, his fingers in her…She shifted slightly and felt his morning arousal pressing against her ass. Her cheeks flushed pink and she bit down on her lower lip, a slight smile curving her lips. The more time she spent with him, the more she liked him. She couldn't believe the way she was feeling toward the dark haired boy after only a couple of days—and she wasn't one of those girls who mixed up the feelings that came from sex with actual feelings. She prided herself in that. She bit down on her lip harder, trying to get her thoughts straight.
She needed to get home, and think this through without Caleb there, distracting her. Even asleep, his breath tickled the back of her neck and raised the little hairs there, sending shivers down her spine. She was all too aware of how big he was now, and how close he was to her. All it would take would be for her to shuffle up on the bed slightly and part her legs and then he would be inside of her. The thought, paired with the memories of last night, was making it impossible to think straight.
"Bloody hell," Hanna growled under her breath. She lifted Caleb off her and quickly slipped off the bed. She found her clothes and pulled them on, then for the second time in under two weeks she called a cab to Caleb's address. When she arrived home, she was too wound up to sleep, damp between her legs with just the thought of last night. She laid down on her bed, stripping out of her clothes from last night, but not wanting to shower just yet, and wash away the memories. She was naked on her bed, running her finger over her stomach, her skin quivering under her feather light touch. She was turned on, but she liked the buzz that was running through her body, and she was happy to let it stay that way—a low simmer beneath the surface rather than bring herself to an orgasm and have it gone. Her eyes travelled around her room, idly flicking from the TV, to her overflowing closet, and then to her bedside table, where there was a photo from several years ago. It was her, Spencer, Emily, Aria and Ali. She remembered back to Caleb's comment about Ali, asking her softly if he wanted to talk about her.
Truth was, she never talked about Ali. None of them really did. But it was times like these that she sometimes wished she could actually talk to Ali. Spencer was the sensible one. She was smart and funny in a dry kind of way. She was completely head over heels for Toby, which was probably the most reckless thing she had ever done, because he was viewed as coming from a 'lower class' family. Emily was the quiet one, and while most people though Spencer was the most athletic, that wasn't true. Emily was an amazing swimmer, she had been promised by many coaches that it was going to take her far, possibly get her a full ride to a University of her choosing. She had been going steady with a boy from her swimming team until a girl moved in next door and all of sudden, she was a lesbian. It had taken everyone by surprise, quite, modest little Emily liked girls? But they girls loved her to death, and it hadn't changed their opinion of her at all. If anything, it had drawn them all closer together, it showed one another that they were more important to each other than what society thought. Then there was Aria, who Hanna had known the longest and was probably the closest to. Aria sort of had the arty flair going on, she paired bright pink leggings with a purple and orange oversized jersey and a big yellow flower beret, and somehow made it work. She was warm and cheeky, and Hanna always felt at home when she was around her. And lastly there had been Ali, who had been the ring leader of their little group. At the time, they had all looked up to her. It wasn't until they had gotten older, and probably not fully until after Ali had gone, that they had realized while they had loved her, she had always looked out for herself. She was the sort of friend that parents warned their children about. But she had been dead for just over a year now, had been involved in a nasty head on accident while drinking and driving, and the girls preferred to think back on her with fond memories, than thinking about the potential dangers of their friendship if they had all continued the way they had been.
But it was times like this that Hanna wished Ali was here. She had always been more experienced than the rest of them when it had come to things like boys and relationships. It wasn't than Hanna was in-experienced—for a eighteen year old she had done her fair share of kissing, and dating, and then there were the couple of boys she had slept with, even the girl that she had let finger her when they had both been completely drunk and there had been boys egging them on. But there was something just a little bit different Caleb…There was all the build up to sex, and it had been amazing. Given that he hadn't had sex with her the first couple of times when he could have, made her think that there was something more than sex he was after from her. Sure, that was the main thing they had been working toward, but it felt like there was something more…
The ache between Hanna's legs was building as she continued to caress her skin, her fingers dipping down to run over her lower lips. All the thinking about Caleb was making her horny. She felt her arousal coat her fingers and she sighed as she slipped her fingers between her folds and they brushed over her clit. It didn't feel anywhere near as good as when it was Caleb's fingers, but it would do. She slid a finger inside of her, curling it upward to touch that spot that made her toes tingle, her thoughts on the dark haired boy who had taken over control of her mind and body.
It wasn't in Hanna's nature to allow someone to decide her fate. She was stupid, she knew that sometimes that things were out of her control. Like her parents divorce, or Ali dying. But things like relationships? Usually it was guys asking her, not the other way around. So it took all her courage to go up to Caleb at school the next day, a couple of minutes before their lunch break ended. Caleb was sitting at one of the picnic tables near the back of the courtyard, mostly hidden from view. She walked over, attempting to gather her confidence as she reached him and tapped her suede, high-heeled boot in an attempt to get his attention. He looked up at her, and a lazy smile crossed his face.
"Oh, hi," he narrowed his eyes slightly, pursing his lips. "Now you look familiar. I think there was a girl that looked like you in my bed yesterday? But I can't be a hundred percent certain, because she disappeared in the morning." Hanna rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I had to get home, okay?" She snapped. "So I've got a question for you, right?"
"You've had a taste of my body and now you need more?" His voice was serious but there was a devilish glint in his eye. Hanna narrowed her eyes at him.
"Oh fuck up and listen," she growled. "Look, I'm all for fooling around. I can do the casual sex thing—I like the casual sex thing. I'm not one of those girls who needs you to lay out satin sheets and roses when you want to screw me—"
"Clearly," Caleb interjected with a smug smile, but closed his mouth when she shot him a glare.
"But I need you to make that clear now," she continued. "I just need to know where you stand, what you're seeing in this little—thing that's going on now, okay?" The smile suddenly dropped from Caleb's face as he realized where her conversation was going. "If you just want to fuck me, that's fine, I just like to know what I'm getting myself in to before I actually go…There." She felt nervous all of sudden. "I mean, we didn't enter this with any plans other than…W-well I guess there wasn't really any plans at all because I didn't mean for any of this to happen, but what I'm just trying to say is that—"
"Hanna," Caleb's voice was even as he interrupted her and this time she let him. She knew that she was starting to go around in circles and she was more than happy to stop rambling. "I'm not…I'm not interested in anything more than having a bit of fun, okay?" Hanna felt a pain jolt her right to her core at his words. He shook his head slightly, and licked his lips, looking slightly pained as he continued. "I'm…I'm sorry. I think you're an amazing girl, and you're fucking hot, but I just don't think it could work between us like…that." He saw her face closing up at his words and every instinct he had was telling him to reach out and take his comment back, cup her face in his hand and press a kiss to those perfect lips.
But she hadn't been the only one who had done some thinking the day before.
"Uh, right," Hanna swallowed hard. This was not the way she had been thinking this conversation was going to go. Clearly she had read all the signs wrong.
"Look," Caleb straightened up, grabbing his books and wallet off the table. "Can't we just enjoy this, not put any label on it?" Hanna bit down on her lip and forced herself to meet his eyes. She gave a short nod and turned on her heel, stalking off inside and blinking furiously, angry at herself for the watery sheen that had clouded her blue eyes.
*Dodges hard objects*. I'm sorry guys, had to happen. Please leave a review ...
