Page 24 of Don't Puck the Wrong Brother

She studies me for a moment, then sighs. "Four."

I turn and head for the stairs, taking them two at a time. On the fourth floor, more girls stare as I walk past. I scan the name tags on the doors, looking for Hannah.

When I spot a vaguely familiar face, I ask, "Which room is Hannah's?"

She points down the hall. "48."

Relief washes over me as I approach her door. I knock three times, hearing music playing inside.

"Come in!" she calls, clearly expecting anyone but me.

I glance down the hall, where several pairs of eyes quickly look away, pretending they weren't watching. I twist the knob and step inside.

Hannah is sprawled on her bed surrounded by textbooks, notebooks, and her iPad. Her hair is in a messy bun, she's not wearing a bra under her thin t-shirt, and her legs seem to go on forever in those tiny shorts. The sight of her hits me like a physical force.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She flushes bright red, scrambling up from her bed. "You can't be in here! How did you even find my room? Please leave."

I close the door behind me and walk further in as she continues to panic.

"You seriously cannot be in here, Sanderson. You need to leave before I get in trouble."

"Nobody's getting in trouble. Guys come in here all the time," I say, though I have no idea if that's true.

She shakes her head frantically. "You need to leave. Are you here because I haven't texted? I'm not interested. You have to get out…right now!"

I reach the edge of her bed, unable to look away from the blush spreading across her face. "I need to talk to you."

"If this is about that night, let's forget it. I’m moving on."

I say, "It is about that night, but not what you think."

"What?" She looks confused, wary.

I shrug, making her work for it.

"Well then get on with it," she demands.

My eyes drop to her chest, where her nipples have hardened under my gaze. She crosses her arms over herself.

"I wasn't expecting visitors," she says defensively.

"I had my mouth on them before," I say, just to see her reaction.

She flushes deeper. "Don't remind me."

"How about I refresh your memory," I suggest, knowing I'm playing with fire.

She freezes, glaring at me like I'm the worst person she's ever met. But she has no idea what I'm about to tell her, how her world is about to be turned upside down.

"I found out where Cade was that night."

She goes still and hesitates for a moment like she didn’t hear me correctly. Then she says, "Where?"

I stare at those pretty brown eyes. "You're not going to like it, Han."

"What?" she gasps, her eyes already filling with tears. Shit, is she a mind reader? "No. You're lying."

I thought I would feel like a hero, instead I feel like a piece of shit. I mutter, "I'm not. I just had a fight with him in the quad and came straight here."

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