With her left hand, Megan reached out to rest in on Hannah’s shoulder. “You just seem a little…freaked.” Things were going pretty well with Hannah, even if it was slower than she would have liked, and Megan didn’t want it to get screwed up.
“Does that mean…you liked it?” Megan teased gently. Ducking down, she tried to meet Hannah’s gaze. She had to move a little bit to get her head down far enough to see Hannah’s eyes and she was stretching at an odd angle.
She laughed and stood up because she had almost fallen over from the awkward posture. Megan chewed her lower lip as she saw Hannah fiddling with the hem of her skirt. She searched for a quip but anything she came up with was just a little too dirty to likely be endearing to the innocent Hannah.