I kissed her neck and tugged on her earlobe.“You weren't complaining about that, either.”
When she huffed, I chuckled and shifted so I was lying next to her.Then I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer to me, tugging the covers over us.Sighing, she rested her head against my chest and threw her leg over mine.I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead then relaxed into her.
“I'm going to say something, and I want you to try to not let it get to your head.”
“Doubtful, but go on.”
I chuckled when she rolled her eyes.
“That was by far the best sex I've ever had.Thank you for being patient with me.A lot of men would've stormed out after the… faking it, but you didn't.You showed me that I'm not broken or damaged.So, thank you.”
“Best sex, huh?”When she rolled her eyes and started pulling away, I laughed and held her tight against me.“Okay, okay, I'm joking.But I'll always show you how perfect you are.”
We shared an intense look, and I showed her the seriousness in my eyes.It would take a lot of convincing—not that I'd ever complain about that—but I'd make her believe it.My fingers feathered up and down her back while hers danced across my chest.Maybe she was understanding that this was way past the deal we made.I sure hoped so.
My gaze dropped to her lips, and I tightened the hold around her, bending my head to kiss her.
But a loud banging came on the other side of her bedroom door.
“Not to disturb you guys or anything,” Nerissa bellowed from the other side, and there was no mistaking the teasing in her tone, “but, Savannah, your grandma is getting weary.”
21 | Making The World Disappear
Savannah
Wesprangapart,limbseverywhere, scrambling for clothes like our lives depended on it.I yanked my top over my head, hands shaking, while Jaxon fumbled with his jeans, muttering curses under his breath.My heart was still racing for entirely different reasons than it had been moments ago.
Grandma.
I barely checked my reflection before rushing out of the room, Jaxon right behind me, tugging his shirt into place as we hurried downstairs.
And there she was.
Seated at my kitchen island like she owned the place.
Grandma—Vivianne to the government and Mama V to everyone who knew better—sat perched on the stool with perfect posture, the late afternoon sun catching the silver of her hair that shimmered like a halo of spun wire.Her skin was a shade darker than mine, a deep, rich mahogany that glowed.
And the handbag she refused to part with was perched on the counter beside her.
She looked up when she saw me and broke into a smile so wide, it felt like home.
“Well, there she is,” she said warmly.“My favorite grandbaby.”
“Grandma,” I breathed, still fixing the hem of my shirt as I crossed the kitchen.“What are you—”
Her gaze slid past me immediately.
“And who is this tall drink of champagne?”she asked, her eyes lighting up with interest and mischief.“Lord, you been hiding him on purpose?”
Jaxon chuckled behind me, clearly caught off-guard, and I didn't have to look at him to know he was donning his infamous smirk.
“I'd say if anyone's looking like champagne, it'd be you.”
“Sweet-talking me is the fastest way to my heart, honey.Don't play.I'm Vivianne, but you can call me Mama V.Everybody does.”
“Jaxon.It’s really nice to meet you, Mama V.”
Jaxon outstretched his hand from behind me and shook her hand.
