Christian’s POV

　　The room was dimly lit, with only the faint glow of the streetlights outside filtering through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the walls.

　　I could feel the warmth of Hannah’s hand in mine, and though I knew I was still a little tipsy, the alcohol had begun to wear off, leaving me with the stark clarity of my emotions.

　　Hannah’s face was soft, contemplative, as she absorbed everything I had just confessed. I could see the ...