Hannah's POV

　　The next morning, I woke up to the soft golden light streaming through the curtains, filling the room with a warm, inviting glow. It was one of those perfect mornings where everything felt calm, peaceful, and for once, the weight of the world wasn't pressing down on me.

　　Christian's arm was draped lazily around my waist, his body warm and solid next to mine. For a moment, I didn't want to move. I just wanted to stay there, in that blissful bubble ...