“I believe it.” And she does. Hannah, prior to her divorce, was the PTA mom; she’d once told Caroline that she’d taken on organizing every fundraiser at Abbie’s old school one year.

They leave the gym and are walking in the empty hallway moments later and Caroline feels so on edge, she can’t help herself from saying, “You’re attracted to me.” And she can hear the wonder in her own voice.

Hannah’s steps falter and Caroline can hear her blow out a low breath. “You’re just diving right into it.” She shakes her head but shoots Caroline a half-smile, shaking her head ruefully. “Of course you are.”

Caroline can’t help but dive right into it, because it is all she’s thinking about. Hannah wants me has been taunting her, circling around her thoughts all night and all morning.

“Why in the world would you assume I knew you wanted me?” It sounds entirely foreign coming from her mouth, her tone incredulous. “As far as I know – knew? – you’re straight? And – Jesus!”

She loses her footing, nearly toppling as Hannah forcefully pushes her into the empty classroom they’re walking by. She only doesn’t fall because of Hannah’s strong guiding hold on her arm as she slams the door closed behind her.

Her eyes are wide, surprise shooting through her, any other words entirely forgotten as she stares up at Hannah. They’re so close and she thinks for another second that Hannah is going to kiss her again. She hopes. Even if it does cause even more confusion.

“We are in an elementary school!” Hannah’s voice falls to an urgent whisper, gray eyes boring into her own from only inches away. “Do you know how many little eyes and ears are around?”

Her heart is hammering with their proximity, the want so easily sliding through her even as she arches her eyebrows, incredulously. “Well, I wasn’t about to have my way with you in the hallway, Hannah.”

She can feel the tremulous breath Hannah releases at her words, the warmth of it washing over her own lips and – holy shit, she can see it in the way Hannah looks at her – that wanting look at her words.

It is all real. Last night hadn’t been some sort of fluke or figment of her very Hannah-desiring imagination. Hannah wants her, too.

She has to clear her throat in order to be able to speak again, pushing past that distracting detail. “I just – you took me by complete surprise and I don’t…” She trails off, wondering how to explain that just everything feels like it’s been flipped on its head.