Hannah POV

　　I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as the night stretched endlessly before me. No matter how hard I tried, sleep refused to come. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, spinning in circles around Christian’s confession.

　　His words echoed in my ears, replaying over and over again. How could I have been so oblivious?

　　I had never imagined that someone like Christian, always so composed and reliable, could harbor such deep feelings for ...