But her slight embarrassment is so incredibly worth the amused smile that actually reaches Hannah’s eyes. “What, you didn’t mean porn?”

Just hearing Hannah say the word porn should be illegal for someone who has an uncontrollable attraction to her. Actually, the ability for her adult self’s breath to be stolen by something so simple should be illegal. She didn’t even think she reacted so easy to that back when she’d been a teenager.

Still, she rolls her eyes and reaches out to grab Hannah’s shoulders. Also a mistake, because they’re bare and soft. Clearing her throat and sliding her hands away – lingering a moment too long – she gives a little push. “Come on, let’s go.”

“I’m just going to go clean myself up,” Hannah gestures to her face with a self-deprecating eyeroll. “I’ll be right back.”

She doesn’t really mean to snoop, really.

But her attention is captivated by the sketch book on the table. She’s seen it, what feels like, a thousand times by now since Hannah routinely has it with her whenever she’s at work. She’d once explained that drawing was an easy way for her to decompress on her breaks, that it had always been something she’d done and she’d minored in art throughout college, too. And that it had especially been a comfort for her to turn to in her marriage.

However, Caroline’s never seen it open before and she is so, so interested.

Without really thinking, she’s standing over the sketchbook, looking at the open pages. And what she sees is – well, she hadn’t known what to expect.

But the building designed and sketched on one of the pages is insane. It seems to leap off the page and she reaches out to skim her fingers over the page, subconsciously to just make sure it really isn’t some sort of 3D trick.

The drawing that really grabs her, though, is what Hannah was clearly working on most recently. It’s Abbie, the way she looks in the middle of telling an animated story. Hannah definitely only used a pencil – she thinks – but somehow with the details and the shading and something about this image that makes Caroline feel like Abbie is about to leap off this page and come to life.

“I brought you a pair of sweatpants.” Hannah’s voice coming back into the kitchen makes her jump, guilt creeping up her spine.

She looks up to see Hannah staring at her, eyes flicking down to the sketchbook. Caroline’s cheeks heat as she quickly steps back. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to invade your privacy, it was open…” She trails off in a weak defense.

But Hannah doesn’t look angry as she walks in, coming to stand right next to Caroline. A little embarrassed with the way she ducks her head. “No, it’s – it’s okay.”