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“I need to go.”
As sweet and silent as Roman was, I still felt beyond foolish. His arms no longer felt good wrapped around me. My flight instinct was kicking in hard.
“Savannah…”
“I have things to do,” I lied. I got up and began scrambling for my clothes.
“But—”
“Errands to run,” I went on. “Tons of them.”
“Then I’ll take you back.”
I shook my head vehemently. “No. Do your thing around here. I’ll call an Uber. I—”
“At least let me take you to breakfast?”
Roman’s eyes were pleading, if not a bit hurt. It was the last thing I wanted. But I also needed to get away.
“Listen…” I said, trying my best to slow my beating heart. “It’s not you. Trust me. It’s… it’s…”
The rest of whatever I was about to say escaped me. Probably because there were no words.
“What is it?” Roman asked gently. His eyes were sorrowful, but not pleading. “Since the beginning, there’s been something secret about you. Something you’re keeping in, all to yourself. And maybe that’s hurting you.”
He reached out for me, and I didn’t flinch. I let him slowly tilt my chin upward, to meet his gaze.
“Savannah, tell me.”
A lump formed in my throat. I wanted to speak. All of a sudden, so very badly, I wanted to tell him everything.
“Another time,” I croaked.
I took a step back, and he remained where he was. It occurred to me suddenly he wasn’t wearing any clothes. Our time together had been so incredibly intimate. I felt closer to him now than I could’ve ever imagined.
“Last night was magical,” I told him, allowing myself the smallest hint of a smile.
“Sure fucking was.”
I wished I could forget the dream. That I could just fall back into his arms again, where everything was warm and safe and secure.
When I looked up again, Roman already had his phone. He tapped the screen a bunch of times while I stepped into my clothes, before looking up at me again.
“You’re all set,” he said with a yawn. “Driver’s coming in four minutes.”
Damn.
He looked adorable with his hair bedraggled, his face all covered in dark stubble. I wanted to wrap my arms around him again. Slide my hands down through the small of his back, and settle my palms over his firm, beautiful ass.
Three minutes, now.
“I’ll call you,” I promised, slipping into my boots.
“And we’ll talk?”
I shrugged a shoulder. “Sure.”
“About this?” asked Roman.
