Megan started to feel guilty because Hannah was so embarrassed. Taking a few tentative steps forward, she regarded Hannah. Looking down at her state, Megan saw her skirt and blouse were quite askew. Gently, she reached for the door to make sure it was shut.
“Are you…I mean…” Megan wasn’t quite sure how to navigate this. “That didn’t…upset you, did it?” Hannah was so hard to read sometimes. She was like a normal, hormonal teenager sometimes but cooled down so quickly.
Did she hear Megan calling her name? That made her cheeks burn an even darker red. “You shouldn’t feel bad. I was just…having fun,” she added a bit shyly. Absently, she wiped her fingers on the back of her skirt.