Hannah
The sounds of fighting had stopped, the ring going utterly silent save for one thing: the growls that escaped my throat before I even realized what I was doing.
Drake blinked at me in shock for a moment, his eyes flickering down to my stomach—where my left hand was still protectively pressed. And then he met my fiery gaze, and realization seemed to dawn on him.
“Hannah, are you…?”
No, I thought to myself. Oh no. Pull yourself together, Hannah! Snapping out of it, I quickly straightened, cleared my throat, and stepped out of the ring, wondering if I could play it off as nothing more than a stomachache.
“Sorry, Drake,” I mumbled, heading for my gym bag with quick steps. “I’m not feeling well. Maybe we should call it a day.”
But Drake wasn’t buying it. He follo
