Chapter 26 – Hannah’s Underwear
Hannah pointed at the food on the desk.
"Eat. We can talk while eating."
Evan did not stand on ceremony. After a hungry morning, he picked up the bowl and began eating like a storm crossing a field.
Watching him devour the food, Hannah's brows finally relaxed.
"Youth is nice," she said softly. "No worries."
Evan tested the water while eating. "Hannah, is it because Rowan is always away and you're alone at home that you feel so empty?"
Hannah was silent for a moment, then nodded.
"Yes. Thankfully you're here. If you hadn't come, my days would be nothing but watching television at home and shopping with friends. Nothing to look forward to."
"Don't worry," Evan said, patting his chest. "I'll keep you company from now on."
Hannah gave a quiet hum, and a small smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Evan took the chance.
"By the way, don't you like photography? Tomorrow afternoon I don't have class. We can go to the park, and I'll shoot some outdoor photos for you."
"Oh? You know photography?"
"I learned a little by myself. I'm afraid the shots won't be good, so don't dislike them."
"Fine. Tomorrow afternoon, we'll go to the park."
Hannah's mood finally cleared.
After the meal, she leaned back in her office chair and twisted uncomfortably. One hand kept reaching behind her back, trying to scratch or adjust something she could not reach.
Evan stepped closer.
"What's wrong? Your back itches? I'll help."
Hannah's cheeks reddened. She bit her lip.
"No. The bra I bought today is too small. The band is too tight and it's hurting my ribs."
"I can't reach the clasp. Come help me loosen it by one hook."
Evan's head buzzed, and heat rushed upward.
"Okay."
He walked around the desk and stood behind Hannah.
To make it easier, Hannah braced both hands on the edge of the desk and leaned forward slightly. She wore a plain white T-shirt today, the fabric fitted closely to her body.
Holding the front hem down with one hand to prevent exposure, Hannah lifted the back hem of the shirt.
A large stretch of smooth back appeared in the air.
Evan looked down from above and swallowed.
Hannah's lower body was in slim jeans. As she leaned forward, the waistband pulled slightly open at the back, revealing a tempting hint of pink lace near the curve of her lower back.
Evan took a deep breath and placed his trembling hands on her.
The moment his fingers touched warm skin, Hannah's body shivered.
Evan found the metal hooks and slid them outward.
Click.
The band loosened by one level.
"How is it? Still tight?"
Hannah closed her eyes and felt for a moment.
"Still a little. Loosen one more."
Evan slid the hook again and blurted without thinking, "Hannah, your chest is too full. Of course ordinary sizes feel tight."
The moment he finished speaking, Hannah's face reddened all the way to her ears.
"What nonsense are you saying?"
"I only looked at the style when I bought it. I didn't check the size. After school, I'll go exchange it for a larger one."
Once the band was adjusted, Hannah straightened quickly and pulled her shirt down.
Looking at her shy expression, Evan's heartbeat still thundered. The excitement of those few seconds was almost no weaker than his first night with Wendy.
He glanced at the wall clock.
Afternoon class was nearly starting.
"Hannah, I'll go back to class."
"Go."
After his footsteps disappeared down the corridor, Hannah sat in her office chair and unconsciously pressed her thighs together.
The instant Evan's fingers had brushed across her skin, a strange heat had risen in her.
"Damn it," she muttered, covering her burning cheeks. "I'm not reacting to Evan now, am I?"
"Stop it. Stop thinking nonsense."
In the afternoon, Evan returned to the classroom.
Wayne and Wendy immediately came over.
"How was it? The director didn't trouble you over the fight, did she?"
Evan could not reveal the truth, so he casually lied.
"No. She called me over to help move some materials."
"Good. No punishment."
Wayne leaned closer again, evil heart not dead.
"Brother Evan, my dad just sent another five hundred to my card. Tomorrow night, want to go play a few hands?"
Evan shook his head decisively.
"No. Not interested."
"Come on. With experience, I can definitely win it back. If I win, barbecue on me."
"I said no."
Seeing Evan's firm attitude, Wayne could only shut up.
At five-thirty after school, Evan got into the passenger seat, and he and Hannah drove home.
When they passed a shopping street, Hannah suddenly braked and parked by the road.
She pulled out the keys.
"Come on. Get out and shop with me."
Evan froze and pointed at himself.
"Hannah, are you sure? You want a grown man like me to go into that kind of place with you?"
Hannah rolled her eyes.
"What kind of place? It's a proper lingerie store. Why does it sound strange from your mouth?"
"Fine."
Evan opened the car door and followed Hannah inside.
As soon as they entered, Hannah spoke to the sales clerk.
"I bought a bra here yesterday, but the band is too small. I want to exchange it for a larger size. If it's a new style, I can pay the difference."
"No problem, Ms. Snow. Choose anything."
Hannah went to the racks, picked up a black set, and turned to Evan.
"Help me look. Is this black one good?"
Evan rubbed his chin and studied it.
"Good, but too conservative. It doesn't show your figure."
Hannah bit her lip and put it back.
Then she selected a sheer set from the rack.
There was very little fabric, the material soft, the style bold and hot.
"What about this one? How do you think it would look?"
Evan's eyes went straight.
"This one's good. Your figure is good, Hannah. You should wear something sexy. This absolutely suits you."
"Sweet mouth. I'll try it."
Hannah took the sheer set into the innermost fitting room.
Evan sat on the customer sofa outside and flipped through a magazine.
Five minutes later, the fitting room door opened a crack.
Hannah poked out half her head. She had wanted to call the sales clerk, but the clerk had gone to the back restroom.
Only the two of them remained in the shop.
Hannah gritted her teeth and crooked a finger at Evan.
Evan dropped the magazine and walked over quickly.
Standing outside the door, he lowered his voice.
"What's wrong?"
Hannah's embarrassed voice came from inside.
"The hidden zipper at the back is stuck. I can't reach it."
"Evan, come in and help me."
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