Hannah’s POV

　　Christian mumbled incoherently, too intoxicated to make much sense, but even in his drunken state, there was something about him that tugged at my heart. It was the first time I’d seen him like this, vulnerable, raw, stripped of the cool exterior he usually wore.

　　As I sat in the dim light of the room, my mind raced, replaying Joseph’s words over and over again. The idea that Christian had harbored feelings for me all these years was something ...