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Sav was gone by the time I got outside. She kept ignoring my texts and calls until I finally gave up.
I knew our relationship would never be the same.
SAV
FOUR YEARS LATER
A pieceof hair slid out from behind my ear and tickled my forehead as I strained the noodles over the sink. Laughter filtered through the air, penetrating my ears as I sighed heavily. Sean, Nicole, and Grampa were seated in the dining room, exchanging stories about my brother and his girlfriend’s spring break trip to Mexico.
Steam from the noodles coated my face, and I placed the pot back on the burner. I brushed my hair behind my ear and moved the noodles and meat sauce into serving bowls I’d placed to the side.
Sean entered the kitchen, lowering his head to get through the doorway. He was tall and lean while I was short and curvy. We were on opposite ends of the spectrum regarding body size because, like Grampa had always said, pride in his voice, there was no way either of us could ever be average.
“Do you need help?” Sean asked.
I gestured to the serving bowls. “These two are ready to go out. I’ll grab the bread and lemonade.”
His eyebrows rose. “Please tell me you made pink lemonade.”
My lips shifted into a knowing smile. “Of course.”
He pumped his fist. “Yes! You’re the best.”
My heart warmed at the compliment as he took the two bowls back into the dining room. I grabbed the bread bowl and the pitcher from the fridge and followed him.
Sean and Nicole sat on one side of the table while Grampa and I sat on the other. The two heads of the table were left empty. Grampa filled my glass with lemonade and gave me a wink.
We loaded our plates with food, and an uncharacteristic silence fell over the room. Usually, my brother talked a mile a minute, but he was rather pensive. After a few minutes, Sean awkwardly cleared his throat. “So, I was going to wait to tell you both, but Nicole and I have an announcement.”
Grampa and I paused our movements, bracing ourselves for his next crazy plan. I just hoped it wouldn’t take him somewhere far away.
He opened his mouth to speak, but a knock at the door interrupted him. Everyone looked at each other. “Should I get it?” Sean asked.
I shook my head. “No, I’ll get it.”
The person knocked again, and I rushed to the door.Please don’t be another Jehovah’s Witness. I had already shooed away two earlier and was starting to feel bad.
I pulled open the door to find a familiar set of dimples buried beneath a layer of dark, groomed facial hair.
Christopher Warner’s tall and wide frame filled the doorway. He was Sean’s best friend. And the object of the most stupid and ridiculous crush in history. Or at least in my life.
His broad chest and shoulders were covered with a black t-shirt and a sports jacket. His muscular legs were contained in a pair of tight-fitting jeans. A thick lock of dark hair flopped over his forehead, and his brown eyes twinkled as he took me in.
I hated how amazing he looked.
“Hey, squirt,” he said, dipping his chin and managing to look a little self-conscious.
His outright rejection four years ago had haunted me, but his presence still heated my skin. I hated myself for it, and I didn’t want him there.
As maturely as possible, I stepped back and threw the door closed, hoping to slam it in his much-too-handsome face.
He was unnaturally quick, shoving his foot in the gap and catching the ricochet before it banged me in the head.
“Savannah.” He carefully pushed the door open.
I let go and crossed my arms. “What areyoudoing here?”
“Sean invited me,” he explained.
