I know I should leave her alone and let her rest, but I haven’t been able to stop myself from peeking my head into my room to check on Hannah every half hour or so since we got back to my place. She hasn’t moved a bit since I laid her down, and I’m pretty sure she was out like a light again as soon as her head hit the pillow.

But she’s been out for a few hours now, and I don’t want her to sleep the entire day away, so I step quietly inside and lower myself down on the edge of the bed next to her as gently as possible. I don’t know how it’s possible, but somehow she looks even more beautiful asleep like this than she does awake. After that first night we spent together all those months ago, I never would’ve dreamed I’d one day have her in my bed like this, but here she is. It feels surreal yet perfect at the same time, like this was always destined to happen.

Some part of me has always felt that way, even when I really didn’t want to admit it, and that’s exactly why I kept going back to that club every night for weeks on end, hoping to find her. But then she dropped back into my life hundreds of miles away when I least expected it.

I didn’t do any of this today to try to win her over or anything, but I hope it at least lets her see how serious I am about her. About this thing between us.

Like she can hear my thoughts, Hannah stirs and lets out a little groan before she wakes, then turns her head to find me. She blinks away her sleep and confusion as she tries to orient herself and remember how she got here, then smiles when her vision focuses on me. My hand instinctively reaches out to brush her sleep-tousled hair out of her face.

“How are you feeling?”

“Much better.” She gingerly touches her fingertips to her temples, checking for tenderness. “I think the migraine finally passed.”

“Sleeping several hours has a magical way of doing that,” I tell her with a smile, and she groans as she brings a hand to her forehead.

“Shit. I guess there’s no way I’m getting that paper in on time now.”

I grin at her and lean over to tuck a lock of her beautiful dark hair behind one of her ears. “You don’t need to worry about that.”

Her brows crash together as she stares up at me. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t be upset, but after I got you situated here, I went over to your apartment to get the paper and took it to your professor.”