Chapter VI is hereeeee people - thank you for the amazing reviews on the last chapter as always. Things are about to get steamy between Hanna and Caleb! About time right...?

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VI

Hanna couldn't think straight.

Her mind was struggling to know where to focus as Caleb's hands and mouth created pits of fire around her body. She'd find his lips enticing, putting all her energy into the mouth that was covering hers, before the fingers cupping her panties would bring all her attention back to the electricity that was being created below. But all it took was for her to feel a tongue pushing against hers before the hand making her feel indescribable things would be momentarily forgotten about again as she focused on kissing him silly. And then fingertips would skim along the side of her thong, making her hairs stand on edge again for her lips to become sloppy and uncontrolled as she worked herself over his head.

Everything was a blur.

All she knew was that she'd never felt more alive than in that moment.

Just like their kiss in the bathroom, Caleb tasted dark and earthy – a musk of smoke with a hint of sweetness that sent her senses tingling and the goosebumps running across her skin. It was a fine line between being too much and she couldn't help but pull herself back to catch her breath, "Oh god," She gasped, as he pulled her back on top of him, their bodies tumbling onto the bed amongst the messy sheets as her chest heaved.

"Breathe," He whispered, cradling her neck in his arm as his other hand pulled her skirt up. She nodded silently and he couldn't help put grin at her pretty face – she didn't look like she'd remotely taken in what he'd said, "I mean it," He added, running his fingers up her thigh to the top of her thong.

"I am," She breathed, her eyes squeezing shut as he moved his digits underneath the black material.

"Enjoy it," He kissed the side of her face, fighting a smirk as she gasped again.

"I am," She repeated, her mouth blindly searching for his as his thumb grazed over her clit. She moaned against his lips, grinding against his hand as she silently begged for more.

The arm underneath her head wrapped around her tighter, his fingertips grazing her jawline as he kissed her hard and a finger slipped inside her. She was tight and hot and wet and by her reaction, he instinctively knew that no one had done this to her before. "Breathe," He reminded her as their lips separated for three seconds before he was rushing back to swallow her moans again as he began to move his finger inside her.

She pushed her hips against his hand, grabbing his hair as he pushed another finger deep into her and began to pump, "Oh god, oh god," She pulled her lips off his and threw her head back against his pillow, gripping onto him tight as her body tried to cope with the new sensations she was experiencing. "Caleb."

"Let go," He encouraged her, his thumb continuing to stimulate her clit as his two digits kept up their ministrations.

"I…"

"I know," He murmured, capturing her lips with his as she snapped, coming undone in his arms as her scream reverberated in his mouth. His hand stilled as his mouth continued working, encouraging her tongue to tenderly meet with his own as she came down form her high.

It was so desperate.

He was painfully hard, his cock straining against the front of his jeans, but he wanted it all to be about her. He imagined it was the first time she'd just felt things, let her heart rule her head and given herself to someone just as she was. He wasn't going to add himself into the mix, not when it was such a pivotal moment for her. He didn't want her to change one damn bit just because she thought that might be what he wanted.

He kissed her one final time, his face remaining stoic as she pulled her hands from his hair and covered her face, her cheeks flushing under the heat of the moment. But he didn't let up, trailing his mouth down her neck, along her décolletage until he was crawling down the bed and pushing her skirt up higher around her waist, guiding her thong down her legs.

"What?" She mumbled, pushing herself up on her elbows slightly to see what he was doing.

"Shh," He encouraged her, linking his fingers with hers as he pressed a delicate kiss against her hipbone. "Lie back," He instructed her, his lips ghosting over the skin to her mound before he was putting his mouth exactly where his thumb had just been.

"Oh," She moaned, happily widening her legs as his hands came to rest on his inner thigh. "Caleb," Her voice feathered as he pushed his tongue up into her. It felt like whatever part of him was touching her, the same electricity was being sent cursing through her body. But it was different too – having his hands in her had felt amazing, unlike anything she'd ever experienced and yet having his mouth on her was already familiar yet indescribable. She was ready to pull him on top of her and tell him to take her fully.

This was what it felt like to be wanted, to feel desired by someone. And for the first time she knew what it felt to want that person back just as much.

She felt it again; the stirrings, the coil of indulgence, the unrestrained lust that sent her spiralling back over the edge into an abyss of pleasure. She muffled her scream against her arm, gripping onto the sheets with her spare hand as Caleb continued to worship her with his mouth. "Stop," She managed to get out, finding the energy to reach for him and encourage him back up to her level.

"You drive me crazy," He murmured, one hand groping her butt as the other tangled in her hair again.

She breathed heavily, staring into his eyes, "I…" She was too off-balance to formulate a response, averting her gaze as embarrassment flushed on her cheeks.

"Trust me," He muttered, using a finger to encourage her eyes back up to his, "I know exactly how that made you feel."

"I've never…" She stuttered again, chewing on her bottom lip as the hand on her butt made it's way up to her waist and squeezed, stopping her mid-sentence. She glanced down at his lips, subconsciously wetting her own before she closed her eyes in anticipation as he kissed her again. It was slow and tender, but it still made the butterflies flutter, the heat pool.

When he pulled away, there was pure lust, pure satisfaction behind his eyes. "We should go downstairs," He said after a silence pause, stroking a thumb along her red and swollen bottom lip. "They might be back soon."

Hanna nodded, hanging onto his every word as he sat up and handed her the black thong he'd pulled off. She blushed again, clutching them in her hand and only looking up when he pushed himself off the bed and stood up. "Thanks," She eventually muttered, shuffling to the edge of the bed.

"Hey," He stopped her, moving round to stand in front of her. She looked up at him as he cupped her cheeks in the palms of his hands, an unreadable look on his face before he was bending down and claiming her mouth as his. She let him take all he wanted, following his lead as he used his teeth to bite on her bottom lip before his tongue soothed the sting.

He stilled, his lips still on hers before he stood and simply left the room. She watched him go, clutching her sodden panties to her chest as she heard the bathroom door shut down the hallway.

Even without him in front of her, without him touching her, she still couldn't think straight.

And as long as he was on her mind; taunting her, teasing her with his words and his body, she didn't know if she ever would.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a slight blur – Hanna found herself sitting downstairs with Caleb under the pretense that he was helping her with Maths until Helen and Penny appeared in time for dinner. She was naturally invited to hang around, but despite a large amount of begging from the six-year-old, she excused herself and headed home before she had any chance of bumping into Sean. From Helen's lack of reaction to her being there, it was evident that he hadn't told his parents about their argument or separation yet.

She was still so pissed at him. He had no right to be going around school lying about her. It was so un-Sean-like for him to cross the line and push the boundaries of what was wrong and what was right. Yet here she was, the subject of unfortunate gossip at the hands of her now ex-boyfriend who as far as she was concerned, had made no attempt to apologise or thought he was in the wrong. He was such an ass.

"Hanna?" A familiar voice called, breaking her from her thoughts as she closed the front door to her house. "Is that you?"

"Hey Mom," She replied, making her way down to the kitchen. "How was your coffee morning?" She asked as she dumped her bag on the island.

"The usual," Ashley smiled, "Lots of people asking about you and how your senior year's going."

Hanna managed to control her grimace long enough until she could hide her face in the fridge under the pretence of looking for a drink, "What did you say?" She asked, grabbing a bottle of water.

"That you're working hard," Ashley answered honestly, moving around the kitchen to grab ingredients for the salad she was making. "And that you're hoping to follow in your father's footsteps and head to Cornell."

"Yeah," Hanna rolled her eyes, sitting herself down on a barstool, "About that."

Ashley turned and sent her a warm smile, sensing her disillusionment with the topic, "You're going to get in sweetheart," She reassured her, "You know your Dad will make sure you do."

"I know," She muttered, her eyes moving to her phone as a message from Alison lit up the screen.

Got new fake IDs, let's go to Philly on Friday?

"Naturally people were asking about Sean too," Ashley continued, unaware she'd lost her daughter's interest.

If we can stay somewhere?

"I hope this season all works out for him."

Spencer said Melissa's apartment should be free.

"For who?" She glanced up, half paying attention as she constructed a response.

Up for it. Shopping tomorrow? I need a new outfit.

"For Sean," Ashley frowned, coming over to stand next to her daughter. Hanna quickly locked her phone, turning it face down to stop her Mom from seeing anything that might appear.

"Oh."

"Have you guys had a fight?" She asked, concern etching through her tone.

"No," Hanna shook her head, not thinking about what she was saying, "I mean yes," She placed her head in her hands as Ashley rubbed a comforting hand over her back. "We did."

"I'm sure you guys will work it out. You know how much he likes you."

"I'm not sure we will," Hanna muttered, looking up at her Mom. "I'm not sure I want to."

"Everyone argues Hanna," She said, feeling all too familiar hurt as Hanna stood and walked over to the kitchen cupboard to grab a glass. Whenever she tried to have an emotional conversation - to connect with her daughter - she simply pulled away. One day, Ashley hoped she'd come back to her.

"I know," Hanna agreed, "You and Dad argue all the time."

"That's not true."

"I don't want that."

"You don't have that." Ashley stated, thoroughly confused by the direction of the conversation.

"I want somebody who wants me because I'm me."

"Sean isn't with you because he wants anyone else, sweetheart."

Hanna poured her water into the glass and took a sip, crossing her arms across her chest as she prepared to update her Mom, "Sean isn't with me," She said stoically, looking down at the floor. If she expected tears, Ashley wasn't going to get any. Hanna was numb about the situation, simply emotionless because she had nothing to feel. Being with Sean had been a lie – to him and to her. It had just taken Caleb Rivers to come into her life for her to realise it.

"What do you mean?" Ashley frowned, moving over to her daughter again, "Sean isn't with you?"

"We broke up." Hanna kept her eyes down as her Mom reached out a comforting hand to stroke her arm.

"Are you upset?" She asked, "I'm sure you two can make up."

"I broke up with him."

"Oh." There was a moment of silence as Ashley tried to process exactly what Hanna was saying.

"He doesn't know me," She muttered, "I want someone who knows me."

"Sean knows you," Ashley tried.

"Not the real me," Hanna shook her head, walking back to the kitchen stool she'd been sat on. "You can tell Dad," She commented, grabbing her bag and slinging it over her shoulder again, "I know he'll be disappointed."

"He'll be concerned for you Hanna," She argued, "Not disappointed."

"He's always disappointed."

"That's not true," Ashley stated, "He loves you."

"I've got homework to do," The blonde changed the subject, picking up her water and heading for the stairs without giving Ashley a chance to respond. "Call me for dinner."

Hanna managed to avoid her Mom's questions for the rest of the evening, shutting down whenever she brought it up over dinner and heading straight back up to her room once she'd finished the chicken and avocado salad that had been made for her. At 10 o'clock she heard her Dad come home, walking past her door on the landing and heading straight for his bedroom. She heard the raised voices she'd expected and went to sleep with a tear escaping her eye at the thought of them arguing over Sean… maybe over her.

And despite the high of her time with Caleb, she woke up on Thursday feeling slightly lost. She isolated herself from her parents, not going downstairs until the very last minute where it would have been impossible to grab breakfast and make it to school on time if she'd left it any longer. She blamed it all on them, telling herself it was to do with the fact that neither of them understood her fully or put her happiness before themselves when really she was projecting her underlying anger at the two of them for her teenage unhappiness onto the situation - the situation being that she hadn't heard from Caleb since their awkward goodbye in front of Penny the previous day. And with no History lesson that day, she had no excuse to bump into him.

Plus, whilst she was really beginning to not care what people thought, she'd broken up with Sean three days ago. People would spread rumours if they saw her talking to Caleb for no reason and neither of them needed that right now. Even if the rumours probably would have been true.

"Han." It was the familiar voice of her ex-boyfriend that really hammered the point home as he approached her locker during lunch, a little more than a sheepish look on his face.

"Hi," She said, concentrating on swapping her books over.

"Can we talk?" Sean murmured quietly, looking around to shook off a couple of glares at sophomores and freshman who were gawking at them as they walked past.

"About what?" Hanna asked, applying some balm to her tender lips. She'd never kissed anybody like she'd kissed Caleb and her lips were feeling more than a little dry as a result.

"Us," He tried, leaning against the closed locker next to her, "What I said."

"You mean that lie that you spread around the entire school?"

Sean sighed in defeat, scratching his head awkwardly, "Yeah," He squinted, "I'm really sorry."

"It's fine," Hanna shrugged him off, checking she had everything in her bag.

"I didn't want to lose you," He murmured, reaching a hand out to touch her arm, "I still don't." He said, his voice full of hope, "We can work it out, I know we can."

"You don't want to lose the idea of me," She correct him, sighing and moving away from his touch. She didn't want his hands anywhere near her.

"That's not true," He argued, following her down the hallway as she began to head towards the cafeteria, "I know you Hanna," He said, rushing to keep up with her, "We've got a plan and I'm in it." He said, fighting to keep up with her, "We've got our roadmap, we can still make it to New York together."

Hanna stopped in the doorway of the food hall, shirking as everyone looked over at her and Sean with intrigue, "I've got my end game," She turned to look at him, "But it's a different path to yours," She explained, spinning on her heels, "I'm sorry Sean," She said quietly, looking down at her feet, "You think you know me, but you don't."

"Hanna."

"I don't want that roadmap anymore," She explained, "My Dad will still help you if you're worried," She sent him a small smile, looking back into the cafeteria only for her eyes to latch onto Caleb's, "But this isn't what I want."

"We can fix it. Whatever it is, we'll fix it."

"You can't fix me."

"You're not broken," He called after her as she headed straight back in the direction they'd come from, this time along as she made her way down the emptying hallways towards the quad. She was broken, but it had taken Caleb Rivers coming into her life for her to hold up a mirror and realise that she was in the first place.

She sighed, finally feeling more settled as she sat on a bench and pulled out her phone. There were messages from the girls about the weekend and she smiled scrolling through their whatsapp group. She couldn't wait to go shopping with Ali. She couldn't wait to go to Philadelphia with her friends. Getting away from Rosewood and Noel Kahn's Friday night cabin parties would be good for all of them.

And then there was a message from Caleb. Tomorrow we need to listen to jazz.

She bit her lip. No one else knew what had happened the previous afternoon. No one else knew she was going to fix herself.

She couldn't wait for their History lesson.

Thank you to all the beautiful people on twitter for their sweet words tonight.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Philly is going to be fun... it's not just going to be the girls that are going. Review? xox