“We can build a pillow wall.”
“Are you worried?” I cock an eyebrow.
“I know you don’t do this, so I don’t want you to?—”
“It’s fine, Savannah. We’re friends, right? It’s not like this will make you suddenly fall in love with me.”
Fear flashes on her face for the tiniest second before she recovers, and I wonder if I imagined it.
“Especially not if you snore,” she teases.
“Not that I’ve heard.” I’m making a joke, because my snoring has never been so bad it woke me up, but she’s taking it like an exit survey from every girl I’ve ever slept with.
She nods with a little smile, like she’s accepting it. “There’s a spare toothbrush in the bottom drawer.”
* * *
I opt for boxers and my t-shirt, while Sav puts on a tank top with sleep shorts that barely cover her ass cheeks.
Her bed is a double, which is nice for a dorm, but not big enough for there to be much room between us. Sav hovers so close to the edge that I do the same on my side, as if we weren’t making out five minutes ago, and I wasn’t giving her orgasms just before that.
“Goodnight Savannah,” I say with a sigh, but I can practically hear her brain working.
“Goodnight Noah.”
I wake up to the sun streaming through a window and wonder why the fuck I left my blackout blinds open, but then I register the warm body pressed against me.
Savannah.
My arms are wrapped around her so she couldn’t get away even if she tried, full on spooning, but when I disturb her sleep, her response is to burrow closer into me and let out a contented sigh. I breathe in and get a whiff of her shampoo, something minty, and have a moment where I want to stay here all day, but I have practice.
I carefully extract myself from the bed, and from her, pull on my jeans, then walk out carrying my boots and coat, to put them on in the hall.
I use the walk home to remind myself all the reasons I shouldn’t be leading her on, but they feel flimsy at best. Then I get a text from my mom, asking if I can watch Tatum while she brings Izzie to the dentist tomorrow afternoon, when I already have a study group and practice, and it’s the perfect reminder.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Savannah
My Favourite James
I’m studying in the library on Monday with my phone facing up, waiting for it to ring with Dallas asking me how the party went, Parker to tell me he saw a hockey player walk me home, or Noah, who was gone when I woke up on Sunday and hasn’t texted me since. Not that I reached out, but I’m pretty sure leaving without a goodbye is as much of a statement as over forty-eight hours without contact. But I don’t have a lot of experience with relationships, casual or not, or even friendships, so I could be wrong.
I want to be wrong.
Eventually, I finish my homework and pack up. That’s when it finally buzzes.
Noah
Busy tonight?
It’s too early for a booty call, but that’s the vibe. And as much as I feel like I would take whatever I could get with Noah, my heart wouldn’t be able to handle that.
I wait a full five minutes before responding.
Me
Finishing up an assignment at the library.
