Hannah’s POV
Christian’s voice, rough and quiet, pulled me out of my thoughts. The room was still and silent, with only the faint hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustling of sheets as he shifted on the bed.
He was sitting on the bed and waiting for me to say something, anything. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, even though his eyes were half-closed from exhaustion.
He seemed to struggle with his words, his throat dry from both the alcohol and whatever emotions he was wrestling with. I could tell he was trying to find the right thing to say, something to ease the tension that had settled between us.
But before he could speak, I blurted out the question that had been gnawing at me ever since Joseph’s revelation.
"Christian," I began, my voice trembli
