“It’s yours, Hannah.”
She was quiet for a few moments. “I hope that’s still true when I’m in studying hell and days go by without us seeing each other.” The emotion I’d seen earlier returned to her face. “The next few months are going to be hard, Declan.”
I gripped her back, pulling her closer. “I know what you’re about to go through, and I assure you, nothing is going to change between us.”
She searched my eyes. “What if I can only see you once or twice a week?” She took a breath. “Or less?”
“Well, I can’t promise I won’t turn into a growling asshole”—I gripped her harder—“but I can promise we’ll get through it and we’ll be fine. There’s no reason for you to worry.” I kissed her. “I mean it.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
“Now, open your gift.”
She reached inside the bag, taking out the long
