For a moment, she forgot that their best friends—and her ex—were only feet across the hall. She quieted herself, resisting the urge to scream his name, his own moans against her thighs pushing her close to the edge. Her back tightened, the muscles squeezing against the pressure of his work.
If she’d been angry with anyone, she had no memory of it as the world crumbled into tomorrow’s problems.
Her mind floated, any lingering thoughts eddying away with every movement of his mouth. Hanna’s fingers dug into his scalp and she fell over the edge, her face flushing.
“Whoa,” she managed, drawing another laugh from him as she propped herself up on her elbows.
“Yeah?” Milo asked. He grinned, wiping his hand over his mouth.
“Yeah,” she sighed. Her chest heaved. She sat up as he pulled her into a softer kiss, so different from a moment ago.
“Sufficiently distracted?” he asked, running his hand behind her head.
“What?” she asked, her hands slipping over his basketball shorts, the wet fabric tightening something in her belly again.
He laughed. “I’ll take that as a yes,” Milo said.
“I wanted it to just be fine,” Hanna groaned, covering her face. “That would have been easier.”
“Please,” Milo scoffed. He stood and grabbed her clothes, tossing them onto the couch. “You knew it was going to be so much better than that.”
“I feared.”
Milo dropped his eyes to hers and rested his hands on her knees.
“Me too, Hanna. But we’ll be okay. Time box.”
“Time box,” she reaffirmed.
She rolled her eyes the moment she was up the stairs in his guest room, alone to grapple with the knowledge that there was no boundary strong enough to contain what she’d just had with him.
Idiots.
TWELVE
“You seem… chipper?” Olivia asked, her suspicion hardly an undercurrent as she leaned toward her computer.
Hanna adjusted the volume on the laptop, leaning closer so her therapist could note the exact runtime of her eyeroll.
“I’m having a nice time,” Hanna said.
“That’s great to hear.” She tapped her pen on the edge of her lips. “Are you getting outside?”
“Yeah,” she said, shrugging. “It’s nice to be in such a walkable city.”
“And there’s nothing else contributing to the fact that you’re grinning like a kid on Christmas?”
Hanna tried to ignore the sound of the coffee maker gurgling to life downstairs.
“I don’t know. Maybe the humidity agrees with me.”
Olivia nodded, her silence a condemnation all on its own.
Even she knew Hanna was an idiot.
“I think that’s our time,” Hanna said, stealing her line. She said her goodbyes and closed the laptop. The smell of coffee wafted up the stairs, and even though she’d slept decently for the first time in months, she craved the caffeine. She went to find a bra, but thought better of it as she pulled Milo’s flannel over her bare skin, finding the shortest shorts she’d brought in her suitcase.
If they were going to abide by the time box, she needed to make the most of it.
