Hannah's POV
I slowly blinked my eyes open, the morning light filtering through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room. My body was sore, but it was the kind of exhaustion that felt good, the kind you earned from something meaningful. And last night, with Christian... well, that had been nothing short of extraordinary.
I felt his arms around me, warm and secure, his breath soft against my skin. As if on cue, Christian stirred beside me. His hand moved gently along my side, and I felt his lips brush against my forehead, then my temple, finally landing on my lips.
He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his gaze warm and filled with something deeper than desire. There was tenderness there, the kind that made my heart flutter, even after everything we had alrea
