Chapter 245: Hannah

She was standing there, thinking he was a magician with a screwdriver one minute, and then he was leaning towards her the next. She froze in place, the absolutely insane idea running through her head that he was going to kiss her.

He couldn't / wouldn't / shouldn't kiss her, though.

Right?

And then his hands were pulling her glasses off and even as the world went wavy and indistinct, she heard him say, "I just...I wanted to know what you looked like. Without'em on. I've been wondering ever since the start of school..."

He trailed off and was just staring at her, or at least she assumed he was staring at her – it was hard to tell, honestly – and she held her breath, her heart beating out of her chest. Maybe him kissing her wasn't such an insane idea after all. Maybe he was going to kiss her and maybe she'd let him and maybe she'd like it. Maybe -