19. So Mean

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"Ugh. Stop it, Paul." she whispered. "Now's not the time."

"Now is the only time, Hannah." Paul whispered, kissing her forehead again.

"I'm serious, Paul. I'm too depressed to get in the mood right now. Why do you always have to be so mean to me?"

Hannah meant those words to sound stern, to announce her chronic sorrow was all-encompassing and she'd never recover. But the feel of his lips against her skin, the caress of his breath on her hair, and his gentle touch caused her will to crumble.

After his third kiss, she gave him a peck on the cheek. After the fifth, she kissed his forehead back. By the seventh, she'd met his lips with hers, and by that point it was too late to turn back. Kiss after kiss reverberated in the cool evening air as the shadows lengthened, and Hannah bemoaned Paul's hold on her.

"Youwe sho meen." she mumbled thorugh his lips.

"Because tha's jus' the way you likeit." he mumbled back.

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