“I love you.”
Savannah froze.
“I know it’s fast, it’s been weeks, but I love you. I cannot imagine anyone else beside me. Am I crazy?”
She went still for a moment. Then she stood, taking two steps back.
“You’re freaking out, aren’t you?” I asked casually.
She turned to face me. “You love me? Or you think you’re crazy because you love me?”
“It can’t be both?” The look on her face answered that question. “I love you,” I added hastily. “I am crazy in love with you... yeah?”
“Oh myfrickingGod, Dante!” She leaned forward and slapped my shoulder. “You donottell someone you love them, then make it sound like you can’t decide if you do or not. Do you or do you not love me?”
“I do.”
She raised her eyebrows.
“I do love you.” I was grinning, and she was trying not to laugh. “Now, do you have something to say to me?”
She actually thought about it, and then, with a sly little smirk, she turned to the door and walked away from me.
“Nope.”
* * *
I lay in bed, my girlfriend lying curled into my side, her head on my chest, her hand splayed over my lower stomach as she slept.
I’d chased her out of my room, caught her, and then dragged her back in here and reminded her, several times, why she loved me back.
I think Noah and Dust left at some point. It might have been Sav screaming she loved me that did it. It might just have been Sav screaming as I made her come around my cock.
I needed to fix the housing arrangement. There were benefits to that soundproofed room of hers. I needed to fix Sav’s mess. Her dad used me as the excuse; it didn’t make it my fault.
“Sav, you sleeping?” I asked her softly. The gentle snore she answered with told me she was.
I got out of bed, pulled on a T-shirt and sweats, and then picked up what I needed.
I headed out to the living room and saw Noah sitting, watching film, the sound on mute.
“You okay?” I asked him, the sight of him there making me pause.
He looked at what I carried in my hand and looked back at me in question. “Am I okay?” he asked. “What are you doing?”
“Making it right.”
He sighed. “Do you need me? Or should I stay here with her?”
“I think she’s it,” I told him, and I couldn’t hide my emotions as I spoke. “I amgonefor her, man. Just... gone.”
“Yeah, that’s not the breaking news you think it is.” He nodded toward my hand. “Be careful, whatever is happening in that head of yours, don’t do anything fucking stupid, and don’t hide it from her.”
“I won’t be long.”
He didn’t stop me.
I knew he wouldn’t. I knew because Ji had called three times in the last week with nothing urgent to say.
