Hannah's POV
As I lifted my head from Christian's shoulder, the warmth of his presence lingered, and I realized just how close we were. A flush of embarrassment crept up my cheeks, and I quickly pulled away, murmuring an apology. "Sorry about that, Christian. I didn't mean to…" I trailed off, not quite knowing how to finish the sentence.
Christian's gentle smile eased my nerves. "No need to apologize, Hannah. We all have our moments."
We came out of the cafe, and I was grateful that Christian didn't press me about what had just happened. It was one of the many things I was starting to appreciate about him—his ability to sense when to give me space. I adjusted the jacket he had draped over my shoulders, still feeling it's comforting warmth. The gesture was so chivalrous, so thoughtful. It was something Michael would never have done.