She uses the hand she still has in Hannah’s hair to take a handful and lightly grip, tugging so that their kiss breaks and Hannah’s forced to arch her head back. She can’t resist; she wants to be able to taste Hannah and feel her and she runs her lips down the soft skin of Hannah’s neck. Lightly sliding her mouth over her, before pressing closer and planting her lips there.

She can feel how rapid Hannah’s pulse is, feel the panting breaths that escape her throat, her hands sliding down to Caroline’s hips to hold for purchase.

“I – god – I… wait,” Hannah manages to get out.

And it takes a second for it to register, but eventually it does and Caroline freezes.

It takes another moment for her to realize where they are – standing outside of a very public building – and she, reluctantly, steps back with the reminder. She releases the hold she has on Hannah’s hair, taking a few breaths of the frosty air to force the inferno inside of her to calm down.

It doesn’t work, but it was worth a try.

Hannah’s hands don’t fall from her hips, even as her eyes remain closed, head tipped back. Caroline can’t get over the way the snowflakes have landed in her hair, on her eyelashes, making her look almost ethereally beautiful.

Best unofficial holiday for sure.

“A fun fact… Karla has had, what she refers to as, a secondhand crush on you all semester,” is what Hannah manages to say after she takes a few deep breaths, tilting her head forward to look into Caroline’s eyes. “She has just now informed me that she’d like your number.”

A disbelieving snort works out of her throat. “She’s barely twenty-three.”

“Well, she’s very into older women and you are, quote, way hot. You bringing me dinner has convinced her that you’d make a great sugar mama.” Hannah blinks and the lingering snowflakes Caroline had been admiring are gone, only to be replaced seconds later.

“I guess it’s nice to know I still have it,” she whispers through a low laugh, unable to stop herself from leaning in again.

Hannah’s nose is cold against hers as she leans in again, cupping Hannah’s cheeks and stroking them with her thumbs, and reveling in her warm breaths that wash over Caroline’s lips.

The grin that strikes over Hannah’s face is devastatingly sexy. “You most definitely still have it.” She ducks her head down again, eyes slipping closed as she breathes out, “I could get so lost in you if I’m not careful.”

She isn’t quite sure if she was meant to hear that. Somehow, she feels like Hannah meant it more for herself than anyone else.

Don’t be careful, Caroline aches to say.

Instead, she leans in and kisses her again.

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