She had never felt so seen, so wanted, so cherished.
This wasn’t just touch.
This was love.
This was a promise.
Chase hovered over her, his forehead pressed to hers, his breath uneven, his body shaking with restraint.
His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing over her lips, his eyes so full of something it stole the air from her lungs.
"I love you too, Savannah," he whispered.
Her heart stopped.
Then it soared.
And when he finally moved inside her, when their bodies joined in a slow, aching rhythm, it was different than it had ever been before.
This wasn’t just passion.
This wasn’t just desire.
This was two souls finding each other in the dark.
His name fell from her lips in a breathless whisper.
His hands gripped her like she was the only thing anchoring him to the world.
They moved together, slow and deep, like they had all the time in the world.
Like tomorrow wasn’t waiting.
Like this wasn’t the end.
Chase pressed his forehead to hers, his lips barely touching hers as hewhispered,
"You were never supposed to be temporary."
Savannah's chest tightened, a tear slipping down her cheek, but he caught it with his lips.
"Then don’t let me be."
His answer was a kiss.
A slow, deep, aching kiss that sealed the promise they were both too scared to say aloud.
And when they finally shattered together, when they came undone in the kind of way that couldn’t be undone, Savannah knew—
She wasn’t just leaving a place.
She was leaving her heart behind.
And it belonged to him.
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