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Post by Hannah Briden on Mar 12, 2013 17:28:39 GMT -5
Hannah sat up when he pulled back. She put her hands over his, her thumb tracing circles on the backs of his fingers. "Sure, talk," she said, looking down at his hands. Crap, was that weird? That was something you did with your boyfriend, not with some guy you just met. Quickly, she wrenched her hands away and blushed. "Uh, sorry about that - and the, um, all-kissing-no-talking. I mean, that's not me, not normally." Great, she was certain he now thought she was a slut. She didn't want that, not at all, she wanted him to like her! He was cool and handsome and - oh no, a crush.
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Post by Hannah Briden on Mar 12, 2013 17:41:37 GMT -5
Hannah laughed softly when he said this was his typical thing. "I didn't think you were new at this," she said, grinning. "Now me, I'm a little too sloppy. I hope it didn't show - I mean, I'm just a flirt, I've never had this kind of thing happen before." Averting her gaze, she looked down, then glanced up at him. "If you'd like to know a secret, I think this is one of the best parties I've ever been to. I mean, your kissing..." She rubbed her lips together, smirked saucily, and leaned back on the heels of her hands.
"I like you, too," she murmured, suddenly shy. "And I liked what we were doing... I don't suppose you'd mind if we kiss and talk?" She pleaded, big eyes blinking, her full lips pouting out a little.
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Post by Hannah Briden on Mar 12, 2013 18:26:23 GMT -5
She noticed his lack of enthusiasm and pulled away. "I'm sorry, it's not that I don't want to talk, I just don't know what to say." She shrugged. Great, hot guy who's totally out of her leage now hates her and thinks she's after only sees. Well this sucks. "I mean, I've never done... This..." Her voice began a decrescendo and she trailed off.
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Post by Hannah Briden on Mar 13, 2013 14:43:50 GMT -5
Hannah looked at him, mouth agape. She wasn't sure how to respond to his question of why she liked doing things like this. "I don't know. I'm like a.. An adrenaline junkie, sometimes. I just like having fun, it makes me happy." She wqs sounding like a little kid, explaining why she had done something wrong. She shrunk under his gaze, a little worried abut why he had suddenly raised his voice. And why he had suddenly cared to ask about her. Sliding back on the desk, she drew her legs up and sat with her in a cross-cross position, her back hunches and head sunk so that she could stare dramatically up at Cal.
When he asked two what-ifs, she sat up straight, bolt upright. She felt as though she had been slapped. Who was he to care about that? "What, you think I'm some floozy? I wouldn't have done this with some creep! I don't even know why I did it with you, I just thought you looked nice and trust worthy and a good kisser." She paused, glaring at him. "What's your point? Why do you care?" Why are we fighting? she wanted to ask. She really liked Callan, but now he was asking questions and giving her these looks that seemed like he wanted to either tell her off or be her friend.
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Post by Hannah Briden on Mar 15, 2013 15:57:49 GMT -5
Hannah twitched, her eyebrow raising in a questioning glance as she tried not to smile. This guy was good. A lit toon the strange side (or maybe a lot) but cute. She appreciated that he seemed to see her. She never had anyone do that before. She hadn't even thought of what she would have done if he had wanted to go farther than kissing. She knew she wouldn't have been able to do it, couldn't let anyone see the scars she had hidden. She wouldn't have been able to live with herself if her first time was with. Boy she hardly knew, either. She wasn't going to turn out to be a slut like her little sister.
"It sort of makes sense..." She paused, thinking. "I mean it was almost chivalrous, you not wanting me to do something like that.and... And I wouldn't have been able to, either. That's not who I am." She s lied a little, then looked down at her knees. "So you want me to... Leave?"
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