"What are we doing when you think of me?" Megan asked. She assumed that she wasn't the only one Hannah had ever thought of. However, she was sure that she frequented Hannah's fantasies often if for no other reason that Hannah was often in Megan's.
She wondered if Hannah might combust by how red she was getting. It had long since spread from her cheeks and moved down her face and neck.
Megan smiled brightly when Hannah agreed to small steps. She wondered what that meant to Hannah. Megan was already scheming.
"Still?" Megan asked, seeking reassurance. How had she become one of those insecure girls?