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wanted her.  Suddenly she’d never wanted anything so badly in her life.  She could already feel his lips on her skin, the way he would taste like the mints he was always popping to hide the stench of cigarettes, and how his hands would hold her perfectly against the wall of the alley.
    Dane wasn’t one to be tripped up by snarky banter.  “Why don’t we have a drink and find out?”
    Hannah looked back towards the soda can as it teetered on the edge of the sidewalk.  It threatened to fall over into the street, on the verge of getting crushed by a car passing by.  Mariana stepped out of the Lux, her eyes falling immediately on Hannah and Dane.
    Mariana had always had a thing for Dane, but she’d never tried anything after discovering Dane’s type.  Still, she lusted after him something awful, and nothing Hannah said had made enough sense in her chemical filled brain to stop.  Dane followed Hannah’s gaze to Mariana, and Mariana blushed hard.  They were twenty feet away and Hannah could tell what had happened.  What she wanted to know was when this had happened, and she hadn’t known.  The pinch in her chest became a full-blown punch.  Hannah ground her teeth before smiling at Dane.
    Hannah placed a hand on Dane’s chest and pushed him gently backwards.  She followed him with small, careful steps until his back was against the wall, and she made sure to take another one forward until she was leaning against him, propped up onto her toes.  She could feel his heart racing in his chest, feel his breath begin to accelerate as well.  She leaned in further until their lips were nearly touching.
    “What if I said I don’t want a drink first?” she asked.  Dane raised his eyebrows at her.
    “Pardon?” he said, caught off guard.  Hannah found it hard to believe Dane didn’t get hit on occasionally, but she knew he preferred to do the chasing.  It wasn’t much of a challenge if you were the one being chased.
    “You heard me,” Hannah replied.  She didn’t want to move her hand from his chest, enjoying the affect she had on him, but she did.  She lowered her eyelids to her hands and then glanced at Mariana, who still watched on.  Slowly, she slid her hand up over his should and then down his arm until their hands met.  She gripped his fingers and moved towards the alley.  “I don’t want a drink first, and I have a feeling you’re after something…different.”
    Dane followed Hannah into the alley as if he were dazed.  By the time they were in the shadows, the only light coming from the small bulb that hung over the door to the kitchen, Hannah didn’t care at all how Dane made her feel.  She wasn’t warm between the legs anymore for him, but instead warm in the head.  Hot, she knew, hot headed .  Furious.  At Dane and Mariana.  At whatever tryst they had had while she wasn’t around—at how they’d managed to keep it from her.
    Hannah pushed Dane against the wall again, knowing exactly where she had placed him.  If Dane knew he didn’t give any indication, but Hannah had a feeling he did.  She had a feeling this was exactly what he wanted.  She pushed onto her toes once more and pressed her lips to his, feeling how perfectly smooth they were.  Hannah knew they would feel that way; she’d seen him applying lip balm more than once in a shift.
    Playfully, Hannah didn’t open her mouth as his tongue slid across her lips.  She pulled back and grinned at him, brushing her hair out of her eyes.  The sounds of heels echoed across the sidewalk but nobody moved into the mouth of the alley.  Mariana had stopped just before and was now listening.
    Hannah pressed her body against Dane’s, feeling the bulge in his pants.  It pressed against her, desperate to get out of it’s holding and into her.  She shivered as she removed her jacket and let it fall to the ground.  She palmed at Dane over his pants.
    Dane moaned, too quietly.  Hannah kissed at his neck, feeling a grimace