"To the twice baked potatoes," she supplied, standing herself. "Come on in, if you want to taste? But there are loads of snacks in the television room," she added, turning at the door to head back into the kitchen. Still, she could feel his hug on her body.
Sometimes, she was certain Justin was her best friend, and they could relate to each other in a way that...was special. Really special.
And sometimes, Hannah was convinced that Justin? Didn't like her at all.