When they pause at the door, she wonders if Robyn is still awake inside. If she’ll hear them if Caroline does what she wants and pushes Hannah against the door, kissing her hard the way she’s wanted to all night.

She wonders if that’s also what Hannah’s thinking about as she pauses outside of the door, turned half away from Caroline as she fiddles with her key before sliding it into the lock slowly.

Caroline can’t resist reaching out to touch the back of Hannah’s neck, sliding her fingertip up the elegant arch of it. She swears it’s been begging for her mouth to kiss and nip there all night. And when she sees the shiver that works down Hannah’s body at her touch, she immediately feels her own body respond.

Hannah places a hand on the doorknob, gripping tightly and taking a deep breath, as she turns to look at Caroline. “Abbie is, um, spending the night at Robyn’s.”

Just like that, everything comes to a stop. They are at Hannah’s apartment. It’s late. There is no curious ten-year-old inside. Caroline’s heart is already picking up pace in her chest, throat dry, as she stares at Hannah, forcing herself not to do everything that immediately assaults her mind.

Push Hannah against the door, mouth against her throat while working her hands under her dress, for starters. Just the mental image has her slowly blowing out a deep breath. “Oh?”

Hannah bites her lip, pushing the door to the apartment open. “Do you remember the night, at the lake house? The second one.” She clarifies as if it were necessary.

“As if I could possibly forget it.”

Caroline has thought about that night so many times now, especially now that she knows how Hannah had been affected, just like she had. At the very least, she knows Hannah’s labored breath and how low her voice had dipped means she’d been turned on.

“You aren’t as…” Hannah has to clear her throat. “You talked about…” She huffs out a breath, muttering. “God, I hate how hard it is for me to speak sometimes. You were a lot more, uhm, aggressive in talking about what you wanted to do, that night, than you usually are in person.” She tilts her head, a questioning look in her eyes.

Caroline thinks back to describing just how she wants to hold Hannah down and make her come. Which, fuck, does she ever. Even more so, now. But Hannah’s right; she does often let Hannah dictate their physical moments. At the very least, until they grow more heated.

“I’m letting you guide us. I don’t want to… push you.” She’s trying so hard not to cross any boundaries, even though with every single day that goes by, she wants more.