Mallory arched a brow. “I love risk, but I don’t go around committing war crimes against pizza.”
Chase chuckled, cutting into his steak. “I hate to agree with him, but he’s got a point.”
Mallory gasped, looking personally offended. “Not you too! Savannah, back me up here.”
Savannah blinked, dragging herself out of her thoughts. “Huh?”
And that’s when she felt it—Chase’s knee brushing against hers under the table.
A simple touch. Barely there. But her skin burned from it.
She had been distracted—not by the conversation, not even by the delicious meal, but by Mallory’s comment earlier.
How many women have been in his bed?
Savannah had laughed it off at the time, but now, as she sat in his home, drank his wine, felt his leg pressed against hers, she couldn’t stop thinking about it.
How many?
How many women had he carried upstairs, tangled in his sheets, made soundless with pleasure?
The thought made her stomach twist.
She hated that it bothered her.
Because she wasn’t that girl. The insecure one. The one who asked about numbers.
But fuck if she didn’t care.
She snuck a glance at Chase, who was leaning back in his chair, his fingers tapping idly against his glass.
If he noticed how quiet she’d gotten, he didn’t say anything.
But he felt it.
She could tell.
By the time 10:30 PM rolled around, Nate stretched with a long sigh, smirking as he set his empty glass down. “Alright, as much as I’d love to keep watching you two make heart eyes at each other, I gotta head out.”
Mallory pouted dramatically, but Nate just grinned, slipping his phone from his pocket. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”
She rolled her eyes but still handed him her phone to put in his number, her lips curving slightly as she glanced at him beneath her lashes.
Savannah barely registered them saying goodbye. Barely noticed Mallory’s sly wink before heading toward the door.
Because she wasn’t ready to leave.
Not yet.
And he wasn't ready for her to leave, either.
Chase leaned against the counter, arms crossed over his chest, watching her. “You wanna stay a while longer?”
Savannah hesitated for half a second before nodding. “Yeah. I kinda want a movie night.”
Chase’s smirk was slow, lazy. “I can do that.”
Mallory paused in the doorway, glancing over her shoulder, her eyes filled with mischief. “You sure you don’t want me to stay? Keep things PG?”
