Last time Hanna grabbed Mr. Hudson's lapels and pressed her hands to his chest, but she had not done anything nearly as thrilling as touch his skin. A thrill buzzed in her chest at the feeling of Mr. Hudson's skin, but it was a good buzz — not at all like the feeling of the curse in her blood. His touch didn't have the same fervent nature as it did on the beach, but she had expected that — this was lessons, not a tryst.

She leaned up into the kiss, pressing her lips against his more confidently than she had last time. Hanna curled her fingers into the gap between his shirt and his chest, moving on instincts as well as on Mr. Hudson's instructions to find a little skin. When their first kiss paused, Hanna did not pull back but rather stayed closely and said, "Is there anything else I should be doing with my mouth?"