Hannah's POV
I sat at my desk, glancing at the clock as the minutes ticked by slowly. My mind was still swirling with thoughts of Christian. After everything I had been through, his presence in my life felt like a constant source of strength.
A smile tugged at the corners of my lips just thinking about him.
Suddenly, there was a soft knock on my door, and when I looked up, there he was, standing in the doorway with that charming, familiar smile.
"Hey, beautiful," Christian said softly, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.
"Hey," I replied, feeling my heart skip a beat as he walked toward me. The way he looked at me made me feel like I was the only person in the world that mattered.
He didn't say anything at first, just reached down and brushed a lock of hair
