With all my love,
Savannah
I hit post before I can second-guess it. Then I wait, watching it go live.
The engagement starts immediately. Likes flooding in. Comments loading.
I don't read them.
Just set the phone face-down on the nightstand, turn off the light, snuggle into my bed, pull the covers up, and stare at the ceiling.
My heart's pounding like I just did something terrifying.
Maybe I did.
Just blew up my entire carefully curated image.
Confirmed the worst rumors.
Admitted to being in love with someone who isn't my politically connected ex-fiancé.
Told four million strangers I'm choosing messy over perfect.
Real over pretty.
Legion over everything.
The room's quiet except for the ceiling fan and my breathing.
Tomorrow, Cash will probably have opinions.
Wyatt will make drunk comments.
Marcus will rage, and stomp his feet, and make threats.
My followers will either support me or unfollow in droves.
Tomorrow, there will be consequences.
But tonight?—
Tonight I chose something for myself.
Chose to be honest about wanting Legion even if it costs me everything else.
That's a start. Not trust earned, maybe. But a step toward earning it. Toward being someone he can actually lean on instead of someone he has to protect from the truth.
I close my eyes and let exhaustion pull me under.
Sleep finds me thinking about Legion's hands on my body.
About the way he said he loved me.
About tomorrow, and the next day, and all the days after that.
About becoming someone who deserves the words he won't say out loud but shows me every time he touches me like I'm the only real thing in his world.
About being present.
