Clyde was confused. "What?"
"I said, good morning, and give me a hug," Hannah said, her hands itching to reach Clyde's chest.
Clyde sobered up instantly!
"Hannah!" His voice trembled. "Have some self-respect!"
"I don't care about self-respect," she retorted.
Hannah stepped forward and forcefully hugged Clyde's waist.
To ensure a safe and peaceful day, Hannah held on for a long time.
After a while, Clyde finally realized what she was doing. His face and ears flushed, and he yelled, "You'd better have an explanation!"
He was angry.
Hannah had expected this, but she was still frightened.
She fumbled for words, "Mr. Lawson, why does your heart always hurt?"
If Clyde could admit he knew about the connection between them, things would be easier.
But if Clyde didn't admit it, then Han
