She giggled against him.
“Maybe.” Hanna leaned her weight into him, enjoying how it felt to touch him outside of their little bubble, even if only by a few inches, dressed up for a date.
She wanted to distill that feeling into one of his empty whiskey bottles and draw little hearts on the label like a lovesick teenager.
Jesus Christ, Sunday will be sobering, she thought.
“Let’s go, I don’t want to get stuck in traffic!” Sara yelled.
Sara?
Sara!
“Fuck.”
She wasn’t sure if she or Milo said it, but he pulled her into his apartment in a blur, the door slamming behind them. For a second, neither of them moved, but Sara had heard someone and, of course, wanted to say hi. Sara knocked on the door and Milo stared at her, eyes wide. He did not make a move to answer it.
He’d sacrificed her. The monster.
Hanna gestured to her dress, and he shrugged, but Sara ultimately decided for them by tapping on the door again and yelling, “Hanna! Was that you?”
Just then, Hanna heard Logan and Matty's voices bouncing off the hallway walls too. It was getting worse by the second. Hanna opened the door, putting on her best breezy act.
“Damn, what are you dressed up for?” Sara stared at her like she had four heads. Milo tucked himself behind the door, trying not to breathe too loudly.
Hanna frowned. “I was just on my way over to show you this option! Narrowing down my final Vegas selects.”
Sara pressed her lips together tightly. “Oh. Yeah, I mean, you look hot as fuck. Is this for the first night or the second?”
Hanna struggled to think of a single plan they’d made.
“Second.”
“Oh, perfect! I need to up my game. I’m wearing way too much fabric.”
Logan stepped forward. “What are you doing tonight? We’re going to visit Mom and Dad, I’m sure they’d like to see you.”
Sara and Hanna looked at him with the same mystified glare. His eyes switched between them rapidly.
“I think I’ll have to pass on that, Logan.”
Sara broke the awkward silence. “Where’s Milo?”
She shrugged. “No idea.”
“He’s not home yet?”
“Mmm, if he is, he’s being very, very quiet.” At least that was the truth. Sara peered into the apartment, more than suspicious, but she wasn’t about to say anything in front of the boys.
“Well, definitely don’t let him see you in that, he’s an ass man,” Sara joked. Matty groaned and rolled his eyes. Logan looked like he had just been kicked in the gut.
Hanna forced a laugh. “Alright well, on that note, give Tom and Marcia all my love!”
“I will.” Sara turned to the guys and shooed them forward, looking back down the hall at Hanna as she rounded the corner. She mouthed before she was out of view, “Use protection.”
Hanna slammed the door closed. “Oh my fucking god.”
Milo let out a breath, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He grabbed a handful of her, slipping his fingers under the hem of her dress and tickling her thigh.
