“We lay on the sofa a lot.” I argue.
“There’s a picture of you sitting up and taking your shirt off, and another with my sundress in your hand. It’s not hard to imagine what we were doing or were about to do.”
I let go of her, raking a hand through my hair. “Hannah, why did you look?”
“You knew about the pictures? You looked?” Hannah’s voice hitches up an octave. She’s about to get angry, and she has every right to.
“No, I didn’t look. But Jack did when I was with him last night at Cam’s house.”
Hannah raises her hands. “That still counts as looking. I saw because Chanel shoved her phone in my face after chemistry. She congratulated me on my homerun and welcomed me to the club.”
I spin around on my heel to face Hannah. “Did she say that?” My hands shake, and my neck and face feel hot. I glance around the room, wanting to hit or break something. I’m not a thing to be bought and played with.
Hannah curses. She puts her hands on my chest and pushes me against the door. I’m so shocked by her dirty word that I let her. I’ve never heard her curse before. She puts both her hands on my face and then crushes her lips against mine. Her tongue pushes at the seam of my lips, but when I don’t open my mouth, she tugs on my bottom lip with her teeth, letting out a little growl. I didn’t know I could go from angry to aroused in less than ten seconds until now. I grab Hannah around the waist and lift her up. She wraps her legs around my hips, and I switch our places, pushing her up against the door.
The five-minute warning bell rings, and Hannah breaks away, startled. “Sorry.” She leans her head against mine. We’re both breathing hard.
“It’s fine. We don’t have to hurry. I’ll ask Mrs. Waverly for hall passes. She’ll usually gives them to me for football stuff.”
Hannah lifts her head. She runs a hand along my neck to my cheek and up my forehead, sweeping my hair back. “You look better, and your face isn’t as red. I’m sorry. I got angry, and my sarcasm got away from me. I love being with you, Ford. Making love to you was one of the most special moments of my life. I don’t care who you’ve been with in the past. You’re with me now, and that’s all that matters. I should’ve never made the comment about being a part of a club. The photos on that website have me rattled, and I said something I shouldn’t have. Will you please forgive me?”
I let out a shaky breath, and it’s my turn to trail fingers across Hannah’s neck and face. I trace my finger along the bow of her swollen upper lip. “The website has us both upset. Thank you for explaining the comment. You didn’t use your account to look at the website?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
“Someone did.”
Hannah’s hand’s fist into the back of my shirt, and she lays her head against my shoulder. “It was my dad. He has my username and password.”
I curse again, but then bite my tongue. “That explains the text messages and his phone call.”
“Yep,” Hannah mutters, her head still on my shoulder. I run a soothing hand down her back. “I promised my dad I would be careful. In not so many words, I promised him we wouldn’t have sex. I broke that promise. I didn’t even care about it. There was no way someone could sneak around your house without being picked up by the sensors. I thought we were safe.”
“You didn’t break your promise. We didn’t do anything.”
“We were about to,” Hannah whispers.
“But we didn’t.”
“Are you okay?” she asks.
“I’m pissed about the pictures. The only way someone wouldn’t get picked up by the camera is if they were wading out in the water.”
Hannah’s eyes get wide with surprise. I just nod. Her phone rings again. It’s her dad. “Maybe we should answer it.”
“I don’t want to. We’re supposed to be in class.”
“He sent you a text message. Let’s see what he said.” Hannah waits until her call clicks over to voicemail and then clicks on her text app.
“I moved up my meeting with your principal to today. I’m on my way now,” Hannah says, reading the message. Her phone dings again. “It’s another text from my dad. Come straight home after school so that we can discuss everything.”
“He’s seen the pictures.” I scrub a hand through my hair. I forgot about Mr. Clark having access to the website.
“Everyone at school has probably seen the pictures.” I grip Hannah’s shoulders and tilt her chin, so she’s looking at me.
“We’re not even kissing in those pictures. You can’t even see our faces. We could argue it wasn’t even us.” I hold up a hand when she opens her mouth. “I know it was us, and we were about to do something millions of couples do every day. I’m sorry those pictures ended up on the website, but I’m not sorry, I laid with you on that sofa. I’ll never be sorry for that.” I won’t apologize for wanting to be with Hannah ever.
“I’m not sorry about what we were doing, either.” Hannah wraps her arms around me, hugging me. “I love you.”
