Chapters (108)
- Dedication
- 1. Declan
- Declan
- 2. Hannah
- Hannah
- 3. Hannah
- Hannah
- 4. Hannah
- Hannah
- 5. Declan
- Declan
- 6. Hannah
- Hannah
- 7. Declan
- Declan
- 8. Declan
- Declan
- 9. Hannah
- Hannah
- 10. Declan
- Declan
- 11. Hannah
- Hannah
- 12. Declan
- Declan
- 13. Hannah
- Hannah
- 14. Declan
- Declan
- 15. Hannah
- Hannah
- 16. Hannah
- Hannah
- 17. Declan
- Declan
- 18. Hannah
- Hannah
- 19. Hannah
- Hannah
- 20. Hannah
- Hannah
- 21. Declan
- Declan
- 22. Hannah
- Hannah
- 23. Declan
- Declan
- 24. Hannah
- Hannah
- 25. Declan
- Declan
- 26. Hannah
- Hannah
- 27. Declan
- Declan
- 28. Hannah
- Hannah
- 29. Declan
- Declan
- 30. Hannah
- Hannah
- 31. Declan
- Declan
- 32. Hannah
- Hannah
- 33. Hannah
- Hannah
- 34. Declan
- Declan
- 35. Hannah
- Hannah
- 36. Declan
- Declan
- 37. Hannah
- Hannah
- 38. Declan
- Declan
- 39. Hannah
- Hannah
- 40. Declan
- Declan
- 41. Hannah
- Hannah
- 42. Declan
- Declan
- 43. Hannah
- Hannah
- 44. Declan
- Declan
- 45. Hannah
- Hannah
- 46. Hannah
- Hannah
- 47. Declan
- Declan
- 48. Hannah
- Hannah
- 49. Declan
- Declan
- 50. Hannah
- Hannah
- 51. Declan
- Declan
- Epilogue
- Hannah
- Epilogue Two
- Grant
- Books by Nikki Lawson
“Is studying law what you really want to do?” She sits perfectly still in the chair with her legs extended and her hands resting on her stomach, but inside, I bet her mind’s going a thousand miles an hour. She takes several seconds of quiet before she finally opens her eyes and brings them back to mine.
“No, it isn’t,” she says so quietly that I barely make out the words. It’s probably the first time she’s ever said it out loud, but I highly doubt it’s the first time she’s ever thought it. “But I have to stick it out with school. Law’s not my passion, but I want the stability that a career in it will bring me.”
“That’s understandable. But there are lots of other paths to stability. Based on what I’ve seen, I think yoga could do that for you too.”
Hannah considers me for a second, turning my words around in her head. “Maybe, but I don’t want my parents to constantly worry about me being able to provide for myself if I tried to start my own studio. And I know they would.”
“I think you could do anything you put your mind to, and I’m sure your parents think so too.”
She smiles at me, but the soft hiss of rain cuts off the conversation. Hannah doesn’t seem like she wants to go inside, but I don’t want her catching a cold when she’s already running so low, so I stand up. “We should go inside.”
Hannah stands up too, but she walks over to me and takes both my hands in hers to squeeze them. “Stay here with me. Please?”
I look down into her gorgeous blue-and-green eyes as they search my face, silently pleading. She looks absolutely stunning with the setting sun’s rays hitting her perfect skin and rain drops falling around her, giving her a halo. I can’t tell her no for anything, so I pull her into my arms and lift one of her hands with mine to lead us in a slow dance. She chuckles as she follows my lead, and although there’s no music, I hear a symphony in my head.
Because as we slowly sway, our bodies and hands pressed together in perfect sync, I feel something powerful swelling between us. It’s hard to put my finger on it, but it’s a pull, a gravitation like she’s the sun in my solar system. Like she’s everything I want my life to revolve around. And in so many ways, she already is.