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Chapter Eleven

Hannah

Okay, was this going to backfire? I watched the expression wipe from his face and he stared at me. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so I was really putting myself on the line here. I chewed my bottom lip, waiting for him to react. He was stiff, rigid, frozen. I saw him swallow sharply. Like it was killing him to breathe.

I was going to take advantage of his frozen state. Taking his hands, which had fallen to my thighs when he failed to stop me, I gripped them and placed them on my body. I started moving them up my ribcage. He knew where I was taking them.

I placed them under my breasts and leaned into him, my mouth going to his ear. “Do you like what you see?”

I had been gifted with my mother’s body. I didn’t do anything to maintain it. I had stopped really eating so I was thinner than I should be, but my breasts hadn’t lost shape. If anything, they looked bigger because I was so small.

“Hannah, you need to…” He was nearly stuttering while his eyes were glued on me.

I grinned, “I’m going to take that as a yes.”

“You’re six-fucking-teen,” he gritted out. “Put your top back on.”

Finally, he speaks. Only to tell me off. I kept grinning. “Come on, Brad, drop your control.” I kissed his cheek. “Just give in.”

“Six-fucking-teen, Hannah. I can’t do anything to you without breaking a law!”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and brought my face to his. “Good thing you live to break them then.”

“Not this one.” His hands were still frozen on my body. “I’m not touching you.”

“You’re touching me now.”

“You know what I mean.”

“You kiss me, what’s the difference?”

“Yeah, that’s fucking illegal as well. I’m not…” His eyes fell to my breasts. “Touching you.” But he was looking at me like it was taking all his self-control not to.

I just had to break that self-control. Didn’t he know I was mature enough to make a decision? I didn’t need the law telling me who I could and couldn’t have sex with. I would pick who I had sex with. Not the law.

Maybe it was the fact I had my dad’s blood running through me, but I didn’t think much of the law. Just something that got in the way of what you wanted. And that was exactly what it was doing now: getting in the way of something I wanted.

“Do you trust me?” I asked, looking him in the eye.

“I don’t trust myself near you.” He took one hand off me and tucked my hair behind my ear, as if it was annoying him that he wasn’t able to see my whole face.

“I didn’t ask you that. I asked do you trust me?”

“You know I do.” He frowned, not understanding my point.

“Then trust me when I say I want this. I want you.” I leaned my forehead against his. “I just want one night. That’s it. No strings. No arrests. No consequences. Just one night.”

He knew I wouldn’t tell anyone. He had to know that, right? He said he trusted me. Well he had to trust that I really wanted this. He knew how I felt now. I wasn’t hiding it. But I wasn’t holding him to have relationship or anything with me. I just wanted one night.

“No consequences. Just one night,” I repeated. And it would be one perfect night. I knew he was taking a risk on me. “Like you said,I’m sixteen. So it’s only illegal if you are my caregiver or teacher. And you aren’t either. It’s legal if I agree.” I knew the law well because I studied it. I had class in the law and its consequences. So I knew the facts. And right now I was telling them to him. I kissed his frozen lips. “And I agree.” I looked him in the eye.

He was thinking. Maybe weighing up what sort of death he would get if Dad found out.

“No one has to know. I won’t get you in trouble with Dad.” He had to know I wouldn’t go running to Dad when he went back to Andrea tomorrow. I wasn’t some lovesick puppy that would be brokenhearted when he eventually picked a woman much better looking than me.

“So tomorrow you go back to life as normal. That means Andrea. I won’t be needy, I promise.” Just because I was giving him my virginity didn’t mean I would be obsessed with him. I wasn’t expecting a relationship. I never expected him to acknowledge me in public as being his.

“I’m the one that will be needy, Hannah.” He cupped my face. “It’s not healthy what I feel for you.”

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