And again.
And again.
31 | We Look Out For Our Own
Savannah
Myeyesblinkedopenreluctantly, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains in warm streaks that cut across the room.For a second, I didn’t move—just laid there, caught somewhere between sleep and consciousness, trying to piece together where I was.
This wasn’t my bed.
And that definitely wasn't my ceiling.
The sheets were different.The scent was different—clean, but distinctlyhim.
And then it hit me.
The rain.
The argument.
The confession.
I’m in love with you.
A small smile tugged at my lips before I could stop it, my eyes closing again briefly as the memory replayed in flashes that felt almost unreal.
Because it was unreal.
I wasn’t the girl who showed up in the middle of a storm, soaked and unraveling at someone’s doorstep.I wasn’t the girl who said things like that without a carefully constructed plan behind it.
Yet here we were.
And I couldn't have been any happier.
My smile deepened slightly at that, something warmer settling in my chest.I felt like a totally new person, as ridiculous as that sounded.If someone told me three weeks ago that I'd be waking up in Jaxon Cage’s bed after screaming“I love you”at him, I'd have told them they were drinking something stronger than moonshine.
But as chaotic as last night was, it was perfect in every way possible.There was nothing controlled about it—nothing calculated, no playing it safe, just… real.It was messy and terrifying, but Jaxon made it worth it.
He definitely showed me that last night.
The thought made me blush.I stretched slowly, arms lifting above my head, then winced slightly at the dull ache between my thighs.There was yet to be a promise that man had not fulfilled, and yep—walking anywhere today was going to be a challenge.
My gaze drifted around the room, taking in the details.It was very…him.Dark furniture filled the room, offset by red accents and the red brick walls.Floor-to-ceiling window panes made it look bright and open, and there were pieces of his life scattered everywhere if you looked closely enough.
Curiosity nudged at me.
Carefully, I pushed the covers back and slid out of bed, the cool air brushing against my skin as I reached for the first thing within arm’s reach—his shirt.I slipped it on, the fabric soft and oversized, falling mid-thigh as I adjusted it absently.
I moved around the room slowly, letting my curiosity take over.Photos lined parts of the walls and shelves, enough to tell a story:
Jaxon and Benji in a boxing ring, both of them grinning like idiots despite what looked like fresh bruises.
Another of him with Nerissa, Jesse, and Ari at a bowling alley—Ariyo mid-laugh while Jesse threw the ball, chaos captured perfectly in still form.
A beach photo with everyone laughing and playing volleyball on the sand.I found myself smiling at the friendship they built together, my fingers brushing lightly over the frame before I moved on.
