Hannah's POV

　　I woke up to the quiet rhythm of Christian's breathing and the sunlight gently filtering through the blinds. His arm was still around my waist, warm and heavy in the most comforting way.

　　My mind was still lingering on everything that had happened after Christian came back from Lyla yesterday.

　　He stirred behind me, shifting to press a sleepy kiss to my shoulder.

　　"Morning," he murmured.

　　I smiled, eyes still closed. ...