Hanna's POV
"It's okay Hanna," he said. "If you want to tell me you can. You don't have to."
"I want to," I urged. "I just felt... Overwhelmed. Your punishment, the wedding."
"My punishment?" his eyes showed pure surprise.
"You keep teasing me!" I accused. "With those little kisses and those looks!"
His eyebrows furrowed. "Hanna, I haven't been doing anything. It's your parents' house. I wouldn't."
I stared at him in surprise. He continued. "If it matters so much and you think that I am teasing you, then I'll stop."
I bit my lip. "I'm going to go to my room and take a shower," he said, getting up.
I held on tighter to him. "Don't." I whispered.
"Hanna," his voice was strangled.
"Please," I pleaded. "Just hold me."
"Hanna, you're making this hard for me,"
