It wasn't like she was able to tell anyone about this, but her friends would never believe her if she did — Johanna didn't land in situations like this. Not because she didn't want to — she was obviously incredibly curious, that was why she was now going up the stairs with Mr. Hudson — but because it was difficult to get into trouble when you found yourself doing or saying off-putting things so often.

She backed onto his mattress in a fwump of skirts — maybe she should wear less next time — and tried to focus in on kissing Mr. Hudson. She put her hand in his hair again, threading her fingers through his hair, and tucked her other hand into the skin at the top of his shirt. Should she unbutton things? She'd told him to touch her, so maybe more skin was allowed, but she had not fully confirmed —

"Oh," she breathed, eyes opening wide at the feeling. This was not what she'd expected that to feel like, but heat immediately started to build in her lower abdomen. She pressed her hand against his head, because now she wanted to kiss him again, and she was immediately feeling a little frantic about wanting to touch him more.