Hannah boosted herself up onto the counter next to the sink to continue this conversation, more drawn in than she’d expected to be. She hadn’t talked to Megan much, and wanted to know more about her relationships with the guys. “So how did you and Chris end up together?”
She shrugged, moving on to her next brush. “Proximity and opportunity, I guess?” Wincing without looking up, she went on. “That sounds terrible. No, I mean we were attracted to each other, but I doubt we would’ve acted on it if we hadn’t been constantly around each other. Anyway, he got all pissy and jealous that I was dancing with other guys at a party and dragged me out and kissed me.” Another shrug. “That was in September. We’ve been together ever since.”
Hannah laughed and shrugged in imitation of Megan. “Just,” a shrug, “and you’re together. Happily ever after and all that?”
Megan looked up at her and grinned. “Well, no, not exactly. We’ve had our ups and downs, but, yeah, we’re pretty happy now. I mean, nothing’s perfect, and relationships take work, but when you’ve found the right person, it’s worth it, you know?” She turned her attention back to washing her brushes. “But you do know. Otherwise I don’t think you’d be here.” With a glance at Hannah through her eyelashes, Megan continued, her tone morphing from friendly confidence to something smoother and more probing. “Matty’s been pretty quiet where you’re concerned. From the little he’s said and the way you guys went from zero to serious, I gather you have some history?”
Hannah snorted when Megan called him Matty. “Yeah, we met over the summer a few years ago.”
Drying off her last brush, Megan nodded. “He mentioned something about that. But you lost touch or something?”
“Something like that.” Hannah didn’t feel like going into all the details. She liked Megan, but she didn’t know her that well, and Matt and Chris were supposed to be home soon. She didn’t have time to go into everything that had happened between her and Matt.
Megan was quiet for a moment, waiting for Hannah to go on. When she didn’t, Megan looked up from drying her brush, eyes narrowed. “You’re as bad as him.” She made an annoyed noise in her throat. “Getting any info from either of you is like pulling teeth.” She shook her head in exaggerated exasperation.
Hannah grinned, Megan’s annoyance obviously real, but not like she was mad. Gathering her brushes in her hand, Megan headed back toward the living room. “If you’re going to be like that, then I’ll just have to take you out drinking and pry the information out of you that way.” At Hannah’s laugh, Megan cast a glance at her over her shoulder, her brows raised, eyes amused, fighting a smile of her own. “You think I’m joking. I promise I’m not.”
“Oh, I believe you. It’s still funny, though.” Hannah hopped off the counter and followed Megan. “Do you want to do it at my place? You’d get along well with my roommate. She knows all the details and I’m sure would happily fill you in sober, though if you’re offering liquor she’ll take you up on that too.”
Megan chuckled, popping into her studio to put her brushes away.
“Who’s offering liquor?”
At the sound of Chris’s voice, Hannah glanced down to make sure her robe was closed and crossed her arms over her chest. She hadn’t heard the front door open and guys come in. Chris tossed his keys on the coffee table and gave her a smile on his way to the studio to see Megan. “You throwing a party, babe?”
Megan stepped outside the door and wrapped her arms around Chris’s neck as his went around her waist. “Just Abby’s in a couple weeks.” She kissed him once and pulled back, tilting her head in Hannah’s direction. “But I’m going to get Hannah here sloshed and pry all the details about her and Matt out of her since neither of them will tell me anything.”
Hannah’s attention was diverted from Chris’s answer by Matt’s eyes raking up and down her body, her nerves sparking to attention as his gaze swept over her. He and Chris both wore athletic shorts and sweatshirts. Moving closer, he pulled her into his arms, the chill from his body seeping through the thin fabric of her robe. She still wrapped her arms around him, mimicking what Chris and Megan had done moments earlier, though she’d pretty much forgotten about them now.
She pressed herself into Matt. “Aren’t you cold?”
A quick grin crossed his lips, and he shook his head. “We just got done working out. The cool air feels good.”
Hannah chuckled. “Cool air? It’s freezing out.”
“Not quite. I think the bank sign said it was thirty-four. That’s above freezing.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, but before she could say anything, his mouth found hers. When he pulled back, his eyes had darkened, the pale blue of his iris a narrow band around the fathomless depths of his pupil. “You’re done modeling for today?” His voice came out lower and huskier than before.
Hannah nodded. “Yeah. I think we’re done altogether.”
His arms tightened around her waist, and she could feel him growing hard against her belly, the thin fabric separating them making it more obvious than normal.
A throat clearing to their right had them both turning their heads. Megan and Chris stood side by side, their arms still around each other, grinning at them like idiots.
“Do you need something?” Matt scowled.
Chris’s grin grew wider. “Not really. But you guys are sort of blocking the walkway here, so …” He gestured past them toward the living room.
Matt grunted. “Yeah, well, you guys are in the way to my room, so what d’you expect?”
While Chris laughed, Matt pulled Hannah to the side to let Chris and Megan pass, then dragged Hannah into his bedroom. Once
