Hannah -
"You're not... making any sense." She stated, her cheeks flushing red as she lifted her hand, allowing a tiny flame to dance along her fingertips. It was something she did when she was nervous, and Nathan knew that. It certainly was better than catching the whole bed on fire with the three of them on it. The flame moved from one finger to the other as her mind began to reel. So that means he does reciprocate my feelings, then, if he wanted to kiss me, too. Hannah's lips parted as she let out a shaky sigh, closing her eyes momentarily as she thought. She didn't know what to say, her body fueled with excitement as different images, both normal and naughty, flashed through her mind. She swallowed thickly as the small fire shrunk back into her skin and she shifted to lay on her back, folding her arms casually behind her head. The hero stared up at the ceiling without looking at them, and she opened her mouth to speak. "If you're saying something like that, then does that mean you have feelings for me, Nathan?" She still didn't look at him, either in nervousness or fear, she didn't know which one.

