Her phone vibrates in her purse, bursting the happy bubble we put up around us. She reads something on the screen, and I catch a glimpse of the text. Someone named Blake wants Savannah to meet her somewhere.
Who the fuck is Blake? Is that her boyfriend? If he is, he won’t be much longer.
“Sorry. I need to go. A friend is waiting for me.” She stands, gathering her purse, sliding on her jacket, and heads for the exit.
A piece of paper falls from her bag. I pick it up and run after her. “Wait!”
The temperature outside has dropped drastically, with the sun completely missing from the sky, causing me to shiver.
“Wait!” I shout again and jog around her, stopping her in her tracks.
Other New Yorkers grumble at us for stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, but I don’t care. They can go around us.
Savannah gives me a small smile. “It was really nice meeting you, Rory, but I have to go. I’m late.”
“I know. I was just wondering if I could get your number, and you dropped this.” Holding the paper up, I get a clear view of the printed black words annotated with red ink. “Is this code? What’s it?—”
She snatches the paper away from me, shoving it into her bag. Her head drops to an angle. “You want my number? Why?”
Eyeing her closely, I go along with her intention to avoid what I saw on the page. Even though what I was able to catch a glimpse of has me wanting to get the paper back. “I want to see you again.”
“You do?” Her forehead wrinkles in surprise.
“Is that so hard to believe?”
Savannah purses her lips as the gears turn in her mind. She finally gives me what I want as she holds her hand out. “Give me your phone.”
I hand it over quickly and watch as she types in her number and saves it to my contacts. Then she texts herself, so she has my number as well. I store my phone back in my pocket when she gives it back.
Something settles in my chest, knowing that this won’t be the last time I see her.
Unable to resist anymore, I grip her by the waist and pull her close, and she lets out another adorable gasp as her hands land on my chest. Her expressive mocha irises flit between my mouth and my eyes.
“Tell me you feel it too,” I whisper longingly, desperate to know this isn’t one-sided. “Tell me it’s not just me.”
She licks her lips, and my dick stirs.
“It’s not just you,” she breathes back.
“Thank God,” I groan, then dip my head as Savannah rises on her toes, bringing our lips together.
Our mouths move in synchronicity. It’s the perfect combination of push and pull. I wouldn’t be surprised if fireworks started going off in the background.
I don’t care if that makes me sound like a lovesick teenager.
This woman isn’t like any other. She’s different. Good different.
My hands glide down to her hips, drawing her closer. Her hands roam up to the back of my neck and dive into my hair.
A whimper echoes in her throat, and she breaks the kiss. I rest my forehead against hers as we both pant, trying to catch our breath.
“I have to go,” she repeats her earlier statement.
“Okay.” I give her one more chaste kiss, then step back. The cold rushes back into my bones at the loss of her touch.
She blinks at me, like she can’t believe what just happened. I almost can’t either.
Without a parting goodbye, she moves around me and walks away, disappearing around the corner.
