It took both of us to wrestle Hannah into the backseat.
Chase called her brother to explain the state she was in and that he'd be dropping her home, but Tyler said Hannah was better off staying the night with us. He and his wife were out of town, and the thought of her drunk and loose in an empty house didn't sit right with him.
So that was how we ended up on the road with Hannah sprawled across the back, completely incapable of keeping her hands to herself. Every few seconds her fingers found the back of Chase's neck, trailing along his collar while she purred at him about how handsome he was.
Apparently a drunk Hannah was a horny one.
The whole drive, I was cracking up while Chase kept reaching back to pry her hand off, pleading with her to please, please just close her eyes and slee
