Chapter Twenty-Two
Mike
Hannah’s hair was up in a ponytail tonight with the cutest natural flip at the end. Every time she moved, the swing of that wave caught my eye. It was only so long before I succumbed and leaned into her bare neck. No idea if it was perfume or something else or just her, but she always smelled amazing.
Tempting.
Seeing her once a week wasn’t enough. When the ladies took a break to the bathroom, I asked Dylan, “How do you do it, man?”
“What?”
“Only see Jen on weekends.”
“A lot of cold showers.”
“I’m serious.”
He grinned. “So am I.” Fucker. “We stay in touch, and it isn’t always only the weekends.”
“But it was at first.”
“Until she finished her book. We’ve seen each other as much as possible since the middle of February.”
“You look happy. Think you’ll move
