Page 40 of Until Hanna

“No.”

“Right.” He laughs. “Where are your spare keys?”

“In the dish by the door. It’s the set with the Tennessee key chain. I’ll show you.” I try to sit up, but he doesn’t give me the space. He leans over me, putting his fist in the bed on the opposite side of my hip, forcing me back, and caging me in.

“I can figure it out.” His face goes to my neck, and I feel him take a deep breath.

“Are you sure?” I whisper as he kisses under my ear. “The main door locks on its own when you leave, but my apartment doesn’t, and there are three different keys for my door.”

“I got it.” He leans back, his gaze roaming my face before he kisses me and nips my bottom lip. “I’ll be back in an hour, maybe a little longer.”

“You’re going to run for an hour?” I frown at him as he stands. “Do you even know where you’re going?”

“I’ll figure it out.”

“You’ll figure it out?”

“Is there someplace I should avoid?” He raises a brow.

“I don’t know. Maybe.” My frown stays firmly in place, and he grins.

“Worried about me?”

“Yes, but only because you’re currently the deliverer of my orgasms,” I sass, and he drops his head back to his shoulders and laughs.

“I’ll make sure I return, so you don’t miss out on any of those.”

“Good.”

“Be back, baby.” He runs his fingers down the side of my face, and I bite the inside of my cheek as I watch him disappear through my bedroom door. Then, I listen to the sound of him grabbing the keys, the door opening and closing, and then the locks sliding back into place. Closing my eyes, I pull my blanket up around my shoulders with a smile on my face. Just when I start to drift off, my cell phone rings. I grab it off my nightstand and put it to my ear without even checking to see who is calling.

“Hello?”

“Hanna, I’ve just spoken to a very handsome man leaving your flat,” Mrs. Lewis says, and I sit up, suddenly wide awake. Crap, I didn’t even think about him running into her. I should have, since she’s always outside in the mornings, tending to her small garden in front of the house before it’s too hot out.

“Oh. Well, I—”

“Is he yours?”

Is he mine?Such a loaded question, and one I don’t know how to answer. Or maybe I do, but I’m not willing to admit it yet.

“Kind of?” I squeeze my eyes closed.

“Kind of?” She laughs. “I think you and I have some catching up to do. Are you around for a cupa?”

“Yes,” I agree immediately—first, because I love spending time with her. She’s had an amazing life and tells some of the best stories. And second, having tea with her always includes delicious food, fancy teacups, and homemade shortbread cookies that rival the late queen’s favorite brand.

“Good, I’ll see you in thirty minutes.”

“See you soon.”

I get out of bed and quickly make it, tossing all my pillows back in place before I go to the bathroom. While I brush my teeth and go through my morning routine, I try not to think about how much I like seeing Walker’s things mixed with mine next to my sink. But there is no denying I do, just like there’s no denying I liked having him here with me yesterday, doing normal things like eating dinner and hanging out, watching TV.

I assumed there would be some awkwardness having him in my space, and I kept waiting for the moment to come, but it never did. Everything felt very normal, like we’d done it all a million times before and were just falling right back into place.

When I’m finished brushing my hair, I change out of the tank top and sleep shorts I wore to bed and get dressed in a simple summer dress. I grab a sweater and a pair of sandals before I leave my room.

“Are you ready to eat?” I bend down to rub Mizzy's fluffy belly when she greets me in the hall by rolling onto her back with her paws up over her head. Of course, she doesn’t actually let me rub her belly. She attempts to wrap her paws around my arm and bite me, because she’s evil. “Why are you so mean?”

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