Her last chance to tell him the truth.
Her last chance to stop pretending she wasn’t in love with him.
Her breath shook against his lips.
“Chase…”
Her heart raced as she finally said the words.
"I love you."
Chase froze.
His hands went still.
His body tensed, his breath catching, his eyes darkening with something she couldn’t name.
She didn’t blink.
Didn’t breathe.
She just waited.
Waited for him to say something.
Waited for him to understand what she had just given him.
And when he finally moved, when he finally exhaled, it came out ragged, wrecked, like she had just shattered something inside him.
"Say it again," he murmured, his fingers sliding into her hair, holding her to him like he needed to hear it again.
Her chest tightened.
Her lips brushed his.
"I love you."
Chase let out a sound that was somewhere between a groan and a prayer, hislips crashing into hers.
And this time?
It was different.
Because this wasn’t just desperate.
It wasn’t rushed.
It wasn’t temporary.
This was love.
Raw. Unstoppable. Unbreakable.
His hands slid up her back, his fingers gripping at the fabric of his shirt on her body, pulling it over her head, leaving her bare beneath him.
Savannah let out a soft gasp as his lips traveled down her neck, over her collarbone, along every inch of skin like he was worshipping her.
His hands traced slow, reverent paths over her body, learning, memorizing, claiming.
