#Chapter156
-Toronto, Here We Come
Hanna's POV
/"Fucking hell, Kingsbury, I can't even walk!/" I exclaim
The black haired girl is calmly sitting on the floor folding her clothes and neatly placing them in her suitcase.
Me on the other hand, I am leaning against the wall as my thighs shake uncontrollably.
I tried using the wall to get around her room but barely got ahold of it before my legs collapsed under me.
Fuck.
This is like my first time all over again.
/"You said that you wanted it rough, therefore I gave it to you roughly/" she replies with a raspy tone of voice as she continues to place clothes in her suitcase
I cannot deny that she is turning me on right now.
Seriously Hanna?!
/"I never said that/" I state
/"Maybe not your mouth, but your eyes definitely did,/" she states matter of factly
Ugh.
How the hell am I supposed to walk through the airport?!
