#Chapter58
Hand to hand
Scott's POV
I stroked my nose as I climbed down the stairs. Everything's fine. Exhaling, I made contact with the golden rails of the stairs. Last night was nice and scary. Someone died and I kissed Hannah. I still couldn't keep the latter out of my head.
I should be curled up in my bed, scared about the dead girl from last night. But here I was, on the stairs hoping I'll bump into Hannah.
And it worked.
/"Hey./" I smiled, showing my teeth. I guess that wasn't the prettiest of smiles. I was at the corridor now.
Hannah rubbed her forearm, her eyes on my lips. Was she checking me out? /"I wanted to come to your room and take you to class./" She closed her eyes and exhaled shakily. /"I thought you wouldn't know your way so I decided to.../"
/"I can't believe it, Hannah Micheals is shy./" Tristan smirked as he came closer.
/"I'm not./" She frowned.
/"Yes you are./" Tristan winked at me.