"I don’t play fair, remember?" From my garrett to your hannah
she swallowed the lump that seemed to form in her throat as feet carry hannah backward to create space between herself and garrett. i don't play fair, remember. she does. she remembers all too well if hannah was being openly honest. the feel of his big, warm hands running over her body, the way his lips felt against hers, her skin. it hadn't left her head since the very first time and that was definitely a safe guarded secret. one hannah has even managed to keep from allie --- allie!
hands lift up, in a form of freaking surrender from this man. " you should totally let me off this one time. what do ya say, graham? for little ole me? the same me who get you a good grade in philosophy? " voice comes out as a pleading despite the sheer heat unfurling in her belly. the way his eyes were devouring her made thighs press together as she attempted to press herself into the wall sheepishly.
