Christian’s POV
The world spun around me, a chaotic blur of hazy lights and muffled sounds. I knew I’d had too much to drink, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself. The tension, the frustration of the past few days had finally caught up to me, and in a moment of weakness, I sought refuge in the bottle.
But now, lying on Hannah’s bed, I regret it.
Joseph’s words echoed in my mind, clear and sharp despite the fog of alcohol. He’d revealed everything, my feelings, my long-standing affection for Hannah.
I wanted to shut him up, to tell him it wasn’t his place to speak for me, but I couldn’t find the strength. So, I let him continue, hoping against hope that Hannah wouldn’t react as coldly as she had been toward me lately.
But she hadn’t said a word. Not a single word or action fr
