She sits up quickly, clearly showing that the migraine’s gone. There’s no way she could’ve done that a few hours ago. “You really did that for me?”

I stroke her cheek with the back of my knuckles. “I told you I was going to take care of you, and I meant it.”

“But… how? How did you get him to take it?”

I shrug. “Turns out your professor is a huge Aces fan. It didn’t take much convincing to let you turn that paper in late after I walked into his office.”

Hannah stares at me for a second, looking dumbfounded. “I—I don’t know what to say. Thank you.”

“Of course, hummingbird.”

I move off the bed to make room for her to get up. She stands and stretches, lifting her arms high above her head like she’s about to launch right into one of our yoga routines, but she just bends over to reach for her toes a few times before she straightens. The shirt she fell asleep in is all rumpled, and she frowns down at it.

“Sorry to ask you for even more, but do you maybe have another shirt I could borrow for a while?”

“Of course. Help yourself,” I tell her, gesturing at my closet on the other side of the room. As she makes her way over, I follow to flip the light on in the room so she can see. She pulls the closet open and stands for a second looking over all her options. She pulls out a couple of t-shirts, but none of them strike her fancy, so she keeps riffling through them until she gets to the very end of the rack. Then she lets out a little gasp.

“Is this…?” she trails, reaching for a mask hanging by its strings. She unties it carefully and turns around to hold it out in front of her face. As soon as it lines up with her perfect features, she smiles at me through it. “You kept my mask.”

She almost sounds like she can’t believe it, but she shouldn’t be surprised. Did she really think I’d get rid of it when she left it for me? But then my heart skips when I remember that the note she left is taped to the inside of the mask. She spots it at the same time and plucks it away, and I feel embarrassment twisting in my stomach. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about—I’ve already told her how much that night meant to me and how often I went back to look for her—but I still feel a little exposed.

“You kept both of these and brought them all the way with you to Denver?”

I shrug, willing my cheeks not to burn. “Like I told you, I never stopped thinking about that night. Or about you.”