I'll Walk You Home--Spanna
“Are you sure you can’t stay?” Spencer asked. Hanna groaned and nuzzled her face into Spencer’s shoulder.
“You know Jordan will get suspicious if I don’t come home,” she reminded her. Spencer rolled her eyes at the mention of Hanna’s boyfriend.
“When are you going to break up with him? He’s an ass,” Spencer grumbled. Hanna stiffened, sat up and started to stand, a scowl on her face.
“I’m sorry, Han, don’t get mad. Just stay a little bit longer,” Spencer pleaded. Hanna sighed and sat back on the bed. When Spencer laced their fingers together, she didn’t protest.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she said, almost to herself more than to Spencer.
“I’m only in town for two more nights. Are you sure you can’t stay?” she repeated, ignoring the other woman’s words. It was something Hanna said every time they did this, but it had never stopped them before. The blonde considered the proposition.
“You know I want to, but I can’t…”
“Why not? Would Jordan honestly protest if you spent the night with your best friend who’s only in town for a couple of days?” she asked. Hanna sighed again, aware that she was going to have permanent frown lines in her forehead at the rate she was going.
“No, he wouldn’t,” she admitted.
“Then why do you have to go?” Spencer whined.
“Because! Don’t you get how hard this is for me? You’re the only thing I can think about! I’m engaged, Spencer! And if I stay tonight, I don’t know how I’m going to leave in the morning,” she finished in a whisper.
“So don’t,” Spencer said softly. Hanna shook her head.
“I can’t, Spence. Besides, I don’t see you leaving Toby,” she pointed out.
“Toby and I broke up two months ago,” Spencer admitted quietly. Hanna’s eyebrows shot up.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked. Spencer shrugged. It was a question she’d been asking herself for two months. By all accounts, she should have told Hanna. She deserved to know that the person she’d been hooking up with was single, and wanted to be more than a hook up.
“Spence, I want to be with you. You know I do. But Jordan… He’s my fiancé. And he didn’t do anything wrong. I can’t just leave him without an explanation,” she argued.
“And being with me isn’t enough of an explanation?” Spencer asked, suddenly fearful of the answer. Hanna groaned.
“Are you willing to tell your parents that we’re in a relationship?” she asked. Spencer didn’t say anything.
“I guess that’s my answer. I have to go, before Jordan starts to worry,” Hanna said angrily. Spencer watched as the blonde threw on her clothes and grabbed her purse.
“I’ll see you later, Spence,” she said. Spencer jumped off the bed and grabbed her wrist, desperate not to end the night the way it was.
“Wait, Han, hold on. I’ll walk you home,” she said. Hanna rolled her eyes.
“I’m the one who lives here, remember? I can walk home alone.”
“Please, Han, I’m sorry. About everything. I don’t want to end the night like this. Let me get dressed, and I’ll walk you home. Please.”
“And be responsible for you getting lost on your way home? No way,” she said, though Spencer could tell she was wearing her down.
“I’ll take a cab back,” she suggested. Hanna arched an eyebrow.
“You’re going to take a cab four blocks?” she asked. Spencer groaned in frustration.
“Would you just let me walk you home, damn it?” she asked.
“Fine. But you have to kiss me goodbye here,” Hanna relented. Spencer didn’t need any encouragement. None of their problems were solved, but at least for a couple of seconds, the rest of the world disappeared.