From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 125

**TITLE: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**
**Chapter 125**

Every fiber of my being pushed back against the idea. If he dared to suggest that we simply erase the memories of what had transpired between us, I knew it would leave me shattered. I could already feel the tears lurking just beneath the surface, threatening to spill over after days of holding them back. I would despise myself for allowing him into my space, for letting him touch me in ways that ignited something deep within. Yet, even amidst that turmoil, an insatiable longing surged through me. God, how I craved him, even in this very moment. The desire was so powerful, it left me lightheaded, as though I were floating in a dream.

But I wasn’t foolish. I was painfully aware of the reality that awaited me once we returned home—his world, his playground, teeming with women who would be more than eager to vie for his attention. The way he had focused on me in New Hope felt like a fleeting fantasy, an ephemeral moment that would soon fade. I knew that once we stepped back into our old lives, he would revert to the beautiful faces he was accustomed to, the ones who would always be there, waiting for him.

Why would he still hold any interest in me? What made me special when he had an endless parade of options at his fingertips? Was my allure merely a product of my availability? Was I simply the only choice he had at that moment, a temporary distraction from the endless sea of temptation?

“Savannah,” his voice sliced through my spiraling thoughts, grounding me momentarily. “If you’re feeling uncomfortable riding with me, I can always call Reese and we can switch places.” I noticed the tension etched in his jaw, a vein throbbing in his forehead. “I don’t like the idea of making you uneasy. It really bothers me.”

Panic surged within me, causing my head to jerk in response. “No! It’s not that,” I stammered, feeling the heat of anxiety flush my cheeks. “I was just… lost in thought.”

His gaze remained fixed on the road ahead, but the softness in his voice was unmistakable. “Are you sure? I completely understand if you’re still upset with me. I know I deserve your anger.”

“I’m not angry with you, Roman.” My voice barely rose above a whisper, trembling with uncertainty. I twisted my fingers together in my lap, guilt gnawing at my insides. “I was just thinking about whether there’s anything I could do to make it up to you… for what I did.”

“You don’t have to do anything, my love,” he replied, his tone warm yet laced with an undercurrent of something deeper.

The way he uttered those words—my love—sent my heart racing, pounding against my ribs like a wild creature trying to escape its cage. He offered me a gentle smile, yet somehow, those words felt like a double-edged sword, cutting deep into my soul, leaving me both elated and terrified.

I rolled my eyes, desperately trying to dispel the heat creeping up my neck. “Roman… perhaps I could make you coffee for a week. Or cook for you.”

“Or—”

His voice dropped, transforming into a low, sinful growl that sent shivers cascading down my spine.

“Or maybe you could do me the honor of spreading those lovely legs tonight and allowing me to fuck you until you’re trembling too hard to recall what you did wrong, my love.”

Air lodged in my throat, and I gasped, my eyes widening in disbelief. He didn’t even glance at me; his focus remained unwavering on the road, his expression a mask of calm. The only indication of his inner turmoil was the tautness of his grip on the steering wheel, the veins standing out starkly against his skin.

My mouth opened and closed in shock. “What? Are you serious?” My heart raced, a chaotic blend of fear and exhilaration coursing through me.

“Of course,” he replied smoothly, his voice as steady as ever. “I hold nothing against you. But if you truly wish to do something for me—forget the coffee, the meals, the little gestures—you can repay me by letting me fuck you so deeply that you feel me tomorrow with every step you take. That should settle the score, Sav.”

Heat ignited within me like wildfire. I cast a quick glance in the rearview mirror, ensuring Reese was far behind us on the road, blissfully unaware of the filthy words that had just slipped from Roman’s lips. My hands fumbled nervously to tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear, desperate to hide the blush that threatened to consume me.

“Roman, you can’t just say things like that out loud,” I protested, though my voice trembled, betraying my own excitement.

He smirked, a playful glint dancing in his eyes. “I was simply being honest, my love.”

I decided to tease him back, even as my voice quivered with anticipation. “Bold of you to think I’d be taking my clothes off for you tonight.”

He didn’t even flinch. “Brave of you to assume I can’t fuck you with your clothes on tonight.”

My soul felt as if it had left my body. His voice, low and rough, sent a direct line of heat straight to the core of my being.

I swallowed hard, my breath hitching. “So… you still want me? Even though we’re not in New Hope anymore? What happens now?”

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