Before Connor a man making comments that she wasn't the prettiest girl would have sent Hannah quickly out of his presence so he wouldn't see her cry. Aware she was cute rather than pretty - certainly not gorgeous - and so tied up in the perceptions of others Hannah simply allowed anyone to hurt her feelings. Even as a child she'd been like that, acutely aware of the moods and emotions of adults around her and working hard to always keep them happy with Hannah. When mommy and daddy fought it was because of her she believed. Not knew, believed, because in the face of what you felt in your heart what was any bit of common sense but toilet paper tossed into a fire?<br/><br/>After meeting Connor and practically bathing in his approval she'd grown - well not more confident but full maybe? Like her happiness was a glass Connor kept filled near the rim allowing her to have good days and slightly bad days but overall she was happy. Hearing him judge Jessi prettier, sexier, more beautiful and desirable than Hannah hurt a lot, draining her glass almost to the halfway point but Connor carefully kept it just on the edge of happening / not happening. If anything it made Hannah more desperate to please him and in her neediness she was just as pliable to Jessi's desires if it meant approval.<br/><br/>On the floor Jessi's words poured like hot honey across the wounds Connor had scratched into her psyche. Sweet, heavy and warm she nodded at Jessi's praise and danced just a little bit sexier for her. For - no, that couldn't be right. It was for Connor, wasn't it? Confused and teetering on that thin edge of wanting to go cry and wanting to stay and be good Hannah was as messy as her hair when she tossed it, the heavy mass swinging free and momentarily cooling the back of her neck.<br/><br/>"You - you can?" She sounded surprised yet a look behind her into Connor's face told Hannah it was no lie. Connor - her boyfriend! - was hard from grinding into another woman. A prettier, smarter, sexier, better in every way that Hannah could never be woman. That realization slashed through her and was far colder than the whisper of cool air across her sweat dampened neck. Sure, she knew Connor looked at other girls. Even talked about them sometimes but it was usually while he had his hand up her skirt in a mostly private place, finger teasing her slut wet slit as she tried not to fidget or make a sound, red face a certain tell tale to anyone who might look her way. When he played with her sometimes Connor put porn on and made her watch or at least listen to the sounds of another girl being pleasured. Once he'd made her mimic a girl's blowjob on him, Hannah trying to see out of hte side of her eye and match her rhythm, snake her tongue under his cock, just like the starlet on the laptop. But -<br/><br/>"Do - is - Connor?" she asked, stopping dancing and half turning in Jessi's arms to look at her boyfriend. Eyes that were liquid with emotion searched his face.