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Euphoria crashes into me, leaving my body feeling light and free. I never thought I would get to experience something like this with her. I’m both amazed and terrified at the reality. Amazed because it’s Savannah, and she’s everything I ever dreamed of. But terrified because of how complicated this makes things.
Savannah’s limbs visibly relax and I drag her down with me onto the mattress, careful to keep her away from my mess.
Her voice is sleepy as she yawns. “Do you think it’ll always be like that?”
I fucking hope so. It’s never been like that with anyone else, that’s for sure.
“I think so,” I murmur into her hair.
When I can finally move, I go to the bathroom, grabbing a towel. She doesn’t hide from me as I clean her up and her eyes are still hungry as I move onto cleaning myself.
She’s going to be the reason I end up in an early grave.
I’ll be fucked to death. It doesn’t actually sound like such a bad way to go.
Discarding the towel in the hamper, I return to the bed and climb under the covers behind her.
She doesn’t say anything when I tug her back into my arms.
That night I have the best sleep I’ve had in years. It’s deep and unbroken. The only thing I can attribute it to is having Savannah in my arms.
THIRTY-FIVE
Savannah
Agiddiness overtakes me as I unlock the apartment door and rush through.I can’t believe I got the part.The first person I wanted to tell when I got the call was Noah, but I wasn’t sure if he’d be free to take my call. And I figured, this isn’t something you share in a phone call.
I throw my keys in the bowl on the table by the door and kick off my snow boots. It’s Christmas season in New York and I love it. Lights line the streets and snow falls nearly every day. It’s almost magical.
Dropping my bag on the floor, I shrug out of my jacket, hanging it in the closet by the door. It’s not until I turn to get my bag that my eye catches the tree that Noah and I put up last weekend all lit up. It looks beautiful. And with the snow falling outside as a backdrop, it’s like something out of an old movie.
When I pick up my bag, my happiness dims slightly as the lease for an apartment I found in Brooklyn peaks out at me. Tomorrow, I’m due to sign it and pick up the keys. It’s the thing I’ve been saving for these past few months, but there’s none of the excitement I was hoping to feel with getting my own place.
How can I sign the lease when—if I take the part—I’ll be going out of town for at least three months?
That’ll be three months without Noah.
For the past two, we’ve become closer than I could have ever imagined. Each night he’s made my body come alive with an intimacy I thought only ever happened in romance books. And then I’ve had the best sleep, falling into a deep slumber cocooned in his arms. I’m not sure how I’ll cope for so long without him. He’s an addiction that I don’t want to quit.
I guess I can’t have it all.
Resigned, I bend to pick up my bag. A crash in the kitchen makes me snap up, my spine ramrod straight.Is Mary still here? No, it’s too late, she’ll have finished cleaning up hours ago.
With my bag forgotten, I take a step forward. Clearly, my feet have decided that it would be best to confront the intruder. My head is screaming at me to leave the apartment.
Noah steps into the living room and my shoulders sag with relief at not having to fight for my life. His eyes twinkle as a smile breaks out on his face. “I thought I heard the door. I’m making dinner. Are you hungry?”
My brows pull together in confusion because he should be at work. I can count on one hand how many times Noah has been home before me and not cooped up in his office. “Why are you here?”
He chuckles as he scrubs a hand over his beard and replies, “I live here, angel. Did you forget? Because I’ll happily make my presence known to you.”
Heat sparks in his eyes as a darkness overtakes his handsome face. His tongue darts out, leaving a glistening trail over his lips. The Noah I knew before we started hooking up never would have said something like that.
Shaking off my arousal, I hold up my hand as I walk toward him. “Woah, slow down, cowboy. I meant, I thought you would be back late. I’m starving for actual food. And I have news. What’s for dinner?”
I go to walk past him into the kitchen, but his hand on my waist stops me. He tugs me into him, capturing my lips with his own. “I wanted to see you. What’s the news?”
Smiling against his mouth, I reply, “Food first.”
