Declan crawls out from under the desk, looking way too proud of himself. His mouth is still wet from my arousal, and something about the sight of it makes me want to kiss him just to see what I taste like on his lips.

He stays on his knees, bringing his face level with mine, and the look in his eyes makes my heart flutter all over again.

“What can I say? I’ve always been good at multitasking,” he says with a wicked grin. “And nothing tastes better than you coming all over my tongue while telling your ex to fuck off.”

A laugh bursts out of me, and he hauls me in for a kiss, swallowing the sound possessively. I grip his shirt, kissing him back, as a realization burns through my veins—for the first time in a very long time, I feel free and happy. Because of Declan.

And I’m finding it harder and harder to keep worrying about whether or not we should be doing this.

33. Hannah

Chapter 33

Hannah

My head is pounding, making it impossible to focus on what my professor is saying. This isn’t normal for me, which only adds to my frustration. Today started badly and keeps getting worse. I barely made it out of my apartment on time this morning, and I’ve been playing catch-up ever since.

A headache is the last thing I need on top of everything else.

Ever since that moment at the studio, I’ve been spending all my spare time between school and yoga with Declan, and I don’t regret it. He’s been amazing and understanding, but as I sit here feeling like my head might split open, I’m starting to think everything I’ve got going on is catching up to me. The pressure of balancing it all is becoming too much.

I glance at the clock hanging above the professor’s head and sigh quietly when I realize there’s still forty-five minutes left in class. I’ve got ibuprofen in my purse, but nothing to swallow it with, and I don’t want to disrupt class by going to the water fountain in the hall. So I watch the second hand tick, tick, tick.

Each movement seems to match the throbbing in my head. I read somewhere that tapping can help with pain, so I gently tap two fingers against my wrist. It doesn’t really help, but it gives me something to focus on until the professor finally dismisses us.

I quickly gather my things and head for the bathroom, hoping some ibuprofen and cold water will get me through the rest of the day. I’m already late for my next class, but that’s the least of my concerns right now.