“I’m sorry! But someone had to get you two alone. You’re both the exact same kind of stubborn.”
“We are,” Hanna agreed. “Thank you.”
They laid together through the final act of the movie, content to ignore the rest of the world for just a little longer. When the screen flickered back to the Netflix menu, Hanna kissed Sara’s cheek and snagged their empty glasses.
“Goodnight, Mrs. DeBrune.”
“Goodnight.” Sara cleared her throat. “If you happen to see Milo tonight, tell him I said goodnight too.”
Hanna rolled her eyes, but giggled all the same. She wandered downstairs into the kitchen, setting the glasses in the farmhouse sink. The door to the back porch slid open, several bottles clinking against one another as Milo yelled something to someone out on the porch.
She twisted and leaned against the counter, unable to fight the grin as he turned and saw her. He set the empty bottles on the island and swept her up into his arms.
“You know what I just thought about?” he whispered, her back leaning over the counter.
“Hmm?”
Milo brushed his hands along her jaw. “I get to see that bridesmaid dress tomorrow.”
Hanna laughed. “You could see what’s underneath it right now if you wanted.”
“I’m sharing a guest house with three dudes?—”
“Two of them have already seen you inside me, so,” Hanna whispered, attempting to be funny, but her cheeks flushed a deep red.
He kissed her cheek. “We should protect Brandon’s innocence.”
“I’ve got my own room,” she murmured against his neck, her hands wandering under his shirt. “Perks of being the jilted ex-girlfriend of the homeowners’ son.”
She grabbed his hand and pulled him up the stairs, her stomach fluttering as they fell into her bed, his hands going to work the second the door shut.
“It feels a little sacrilege to fuck you in Logan’s house,” Milo said, nipping at her jaw.
“Then don’t fuck me,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows at him. “Make love to me, Milo.”
She giggled, rolling her eyes. “As if we ever did anything else,” he whispered, his hand crawling her thigh beneath the hem of her shorts.
He moved faster as she sighed, sucking the soft skin of her neck between his teeth. He was so warm, so consuming, so hers. Her breath caught, the edges of her vision pulling into brilliant white as he brought her over the edge. She buried her face in his neck, running her fingers through his hair as she fought to get her breathing under control.
“You love me,” he whispered, grabbing her face to look at her.
“Desperately.” Hanna laughed. It surprised her—how easy it was to admit. “You love me.”
“Terrifyingly, Arizona.”
He reached between them, shoving his sweatpants off and pulling her shorts to the side—there was no show of it, he wanted to be inside her, in any way possible.
“Tell me again,” he whispered, taking up space within her as she melted over him.
“I love you,” Hanna said, gripping his arm as she sank into his skin, fusing with his veins.
“I love you, too.”
He lit her up with a searing kiss and she fell apart over him, crumbling and falling into those green eyes as he followed her, the edge in his gaze from earlier gone.
Not forever—but for long enough.
She collapsed against his chest, pressing her lips to his skin as she stroked his hair.
