Story 5 Intimate
Hanna and Caleb had just finished eating their Dong Po - just a little dish they learned in cooking class earlier that summer. Hanna was washing the dishes in the kitchen sink and Caleb was supposed to be drying them as she handed them off to him, but it wasn't exactly going that way. Caleb was behind her, his hands massaging her shoulder blades. He couldn't seem to keep his hands to himself that night and Hanna was finding it harder and harder to concentrate on scrubbing the dish in front of her. She tried to shrug her shoulders away to force his hands off of her, but Caleb just started to massage her shoulders a little harder. She wanted to finish the dishes before she thought about starting something else...
"You okay?," he asked, his voice genuinely concerned. The whole night Caleb sensed that something about Hanna was off. Hanna didn't seem like herself. She wouldn't tell Caleb anything about her appointment with Dr. Sullivan when he asked about it and she sounded weird when she was talking on the phone an hour ago. She was also considerably less talkative during dinner than normal and she tried to squirm away every time he touched her.
"I'm fine," she told him. She hoped she sounded convincing. She hated lying to Caleb about seeing Mona, but she really felt like she didn't have a choice. He wouldn't understand and things would only blow up if she told him.
Caleb wasn't buying it though. She didn't seem like herself and he wanted to know what was wrong. "You seem really tense. Your shoulders feel like they're in knots," he said as he continued to knead her shoulders with his strong hands.
"I'm just a little stressed. It's nothing," Hanna said as she finished washing the last dish. She wished he would just take his hands off her already. At first it was because she was starting to get turned on, but now she was just getting annoyed with him. What was with all the questions tonight?
"What are you stressed about?," he asked her. Hanna was getting pretty irritated. Why couldn't he just drop it? She sure wasn't going to tell him that she was stressed that psycho Mona wouldn't say anything to her or about how Emily may have been kidnapped and framed for digging up Ali's grave.
Thinking on her feet she said, "Just school starting and all that." It seemed logical but as soon as she said it she knew he wouldn't believe her.
Caleb laughed. "Since when do you get stressed out about school?" It was true - Hanna had never been much of a student, but she was a little insulted that he laughed at her.
She shrugged his hands off her shoulders and turned around, shoving the last clean dish into his hands. "Here. You're supposed to be drying these remember?," she snapped. She wanted this conversation to be over.
Caleb dried the dish and put it away. But he wasn't going to let Hanna drop the conversation just like that. She had seemed really distant lately and he wanted to know what was bothering her. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She gave in and relaxed against him, putting her hands on top of his.
"You know you can tell me when things are bothering you Han," he said breaking the silence, but she didn't say anything. He knew it was stupid, but he was kind of jealous that Hanna would talk to Dr. Sullivan about her problems and not him. He knew he shouldn't be and that Dr. Sullivan was a professional and all, but it still bothered him. "I want you to. Besides, we're intimate," he added smiling against her neck, hoping to get a reaction from her.
She laughed. "I can't believe you just said the 'I word' again," she said shaking her head.
He smiled and started trailing kisses up her neck. "What? We are," he whispered against her skin. He stopped himself though. "So school? You're stressed about school?," he asked her incredulously. He didn't want to get distracted - well not yet anyway.
