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“No, Noah, you stop! I’m tired of all ofthis. Just leave me alone.”
“You don’t understand. I made him a promise,” he pleads, a touch of desperation filling his voice.
Defeated, Savannah replies, “A promise you made thirteen years ago. Things change Noah, and that’s okay.”
Under the soft glow of the emergency exit sign, I can see Alex’s eyes widen as we eavesdrop on the conversation. From what I can gather, something has happened between them and it seems it’s been going on for some time. Noah calls out to Savannah again, but the conversation doesn’t continue.
Alex and I listen intently for any noise on the other side of the door, and when I’m certain he’s gone, I ask, “You want to go back out there?”
She studies me for a moment before shaking her head, then pressing her lips to mine. It’s all the confirmation I need.
I never thought love existed, let alone that I would get to experience it. For the longest time since I met her, I fought against the way she made me feel. I love this woman with my whole heart, and I’d do anything to make her happy.
Including making love to her in a supply closet at our wedding reception.
The End
Curious to see how Savannah and Noah met? Keep reading for a sneak peek at book three…
The First Meeting — Savannah
I’m walking down the corridor, trying to avoid the jocks and cheerleaders who always seem to crowd it after the final bell has rung, when I see him. Even though I’m not one of the popular kids, I still know most people in this school but I don’t know him. He must be new.
My hand comes to rest on the latch of my locker as I stare at him unashamedly. It’s like all the air has been ripped from my lungs as I take him in. A fluttering starts in the pit of my stomach as my body seems to heat internally.
I’ve never felt anything like this before and I’m not entirely sure what’s caused it.
He’s the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen, but I know I’d never stand a chance with him. Not with my braces, awkwardness, and weird red/blonde hair—as soon as I’m old enough to go to the salon alone, I’m going to dye it.
No. This guy, with his height and perfect face, is way out of my league. With a shake of my head, at the thought I turn my focus back to unlocking my locker and putting away my books so I can head home.
“Sav, come here.”
I roll my eyes as I turn to face my brother, Jack. He’s four years older than me and a popular guy in our school. He’s the reason I know most of the people here. I hate that he calls me Sav and he knows it, so in typical big brother fashion, he does it all the time.
“Come on, Sav, I want to introduce you to my new friend.”
My eyes land on Jack before going to the boy that stands next to him. I swallow down the moisture that floods my mouth as his gaze connects with mine. The intensity in his green mixed with brown eyes makes me break eye contact. The current of electricity in that one look is too much for me to handle.
Jack has an innate need to introduce me to people so that his friends become my friends. He hasn’t quite grasped the fact that I don’t mind doing my own thing. Or that I’m old enough to choose my own friends.
I move toward them on autopilot, not really wanting to know who he is, why he’s here, or what he sounds like. Those are things that could haunt me at night. With my eyes firmly on my feet, I come to a stop in front of them.Jeez, his feet are big.
“Noah, this is my baby sister, Sav,” Jack introduces me as he slings his arm around my shoulder.
Noah.
A swift elbow to the ribs makes Jack clutch his side as he laughs at me, a knowing smirk on his face when I lift my eyes to give him a death stare. God, he can be insufferable.
“My name’s Savannah.” I hold my chin up high as I look into the new guy's eyes, fanned by long dark lashes.
His voice is rough and far deeper than any boy I’ve ever met when he says, “It’s nice to meet you, Savannah.”
He holds out his hand, and because my mama taught me to have manners, I slip my own into his. His skin is smooth and warm as he envelopes my tiny hand in his far larger one. It feels like an eternity passes between us as we stare at each other. There’s something about him that looks like he’s already been through a lifetime of pain.
The sounds of the busy corridor fades away and I have an overwhelming urge to step into his arms and just hold him.
A frown pulls at my brow, and I drop his hand like it’s on fire as I step back. He doesn’t seem to mind, because he turns to my brother, an easy smile on his face.
