Megan shifted uncomfortably. It seemed her joke was not accepted in the gracious form it was presented. She was at a bit of a loss for words. Hannah's tone stilled Megan's hands on her back.
"Steal?" She looked genuinely shocked as she looked to Hannah. However, Hannah didn't pause long enough for Megan to say more. "I never…it's not like that," she refuted. They were never mean about it. Sure, her and Claire would share stories and yeah they shagged but it wasn't like Hannah was presenting it. "Claire's my friend and…"
Megan gasped as Hannah's words were like a slap in the face. Her own eyes welled up. "That's it, isn't it. All that…shite about everything else…the reason you don't want to is you think I am just a slag," she managed to croak out, her voice breaking.
Why was she still there? Megan couldn't figure it out…