(Sean's POV)
Hannah's hand finds my arm as I walk her to her door.
She digs through her purse for her keys. The porch light catches her face. She looks tired — not the fun kind of tired, the kind that settles in the bones. She's been like this since she lost her teaching position. Like the ground shifted and she hasn't found her footing.
"Thank you for today, Sean. I know it was last minute."
"It's fine."
She steps closer. Her hand moves from my arm to my chest. Her eyes lift to mine.
I turn my head. Her lips catch the edge of my jaw.
"Hannah. It's not appropriate."
She pulls back. Her face goes pink. "I'm sorry. I just — I thought—"
"It's okay. Get some rest."
She nods quickly. "You're right. I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking."
She disappears inside. The lock clicks.
