From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 16

**Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**
**Chapter 11: You’re Playing Dangerous.**

As I stepped out in my bikini, a hush fell over the pool, as if the world had suddenly paused, all eyes turning to me.

Alyssa, ever the dramatist, lowered her sunglasses with an exaggerated flair and let out a low whistle. “Holy hell,” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with awe.

Roman’s reaction was instantaneous. The moment he caught sight of me, he turned, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race. His eyes were dark, his mouth slightly open, pupils wide as if he were entranced. “Fuck me,” he muttered, the words barely escaping his lips.

With a confident stride, I glided past him, my movements slow and deliberate, each step a carefully crafted performance designed to capture his attention. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, a palpable force that urged me forward.

Once I reached the edge of the infinity pool, I lowered myself into the water with a grace that felt almost ethereal, every ripple seemingly choreographed for maximum impact. As I resurfaced, the fabric of my bikini clung to me like a scandal, accentuating every curve.

The silence around the pool was thick, almost suffocating.

“Sav, that should be illegal in at least four states,” Alyssa shouted, breaking the spell.

A soft cough came from somewhere behind me, and I heard the unmistakable sound of someone dropping their sunglasses in shock.

Roman swam closer, his jaw clenched tight, the tension radiating off him like heat from a fire. “You planning to kill me in public?” he asked, his voice low and laced with something that felt dangerously close to desire.

I smiled, tilting my head slightly. “Why? Is it working?” The challenge in my tone was unmistakable.

He swallowed hard, his gaze unwavering.

He was already in the water, and I took the opportunity to disappear beneath the surface, the cool water enveloping me like a secret. But I couldn’t resist the pull of his presence, and I emerged again, each stroke drawing me closer to him as if some invisible force was at play.

Our eyes locked, and the tension between us snapped like a taut rubber band. Then, in a swift movement, he backed me against the wall of the pool, his hands gripping my waist with a possessive strength. “You’re playing dangerous,” he murmured, his breath warm against my neck.

“Just giving them a show,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

His fingers trailed down to my thighs, lifting me effortlessly until my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. A gasp escaped me as I felt his body against mine, my arms curling around his neck without a second thought.

And then, he kissed me.

It was anything but gentle—raw, claiming, and utterly unrestrained.

His mouth crushed against mine, his tongue exploring me as if he were trying to memorize every inch. My fingers tangled in his hair, and I arched into him, surrendering to the moment.

If he kissed me any harder, I feared I would forget we were merely pretending.

A soft moan slipped from my lips, betraying the intensity of the moment.

Behind us, Chloe scoffed loudly, her voice cutting through the air like a knife. “Are you serious right now?”

Roman didn’t even flinch, his focus entirely on me.

I knew he felt it—the way my body responded to him, how my skin tingled where it pressed against his, how his own body reacted beneath the water’s surface.

Chloe’s voice dripped with disdain from the edge of the pool. “Well, that was disgusting. Get a fucking room. There’s a kid here.”

With that, she turned on her heel and stormed away, clearly irked that the attention had shifted from her to us.

It reminded me of high school when she had slept with Declan, the very guy I had harbored a crush on, all because I had made cheer captain and she hadn’t.

If things didn’t go Chloe’s way, she was more than willing to carve her own path.

Lizzie, however, was all smiles as she lifted her phone, grinning from ear to ear. “So fucking hot,” she gushed. “I’m posting this everywhere!”

Roman broke the kiss, breathless and flushed, his forehead resting against mine. “I need a minute,” he muttered, stepping back. “Or I’ll embarrass myself in front of your whole damn family.”

“Am I making you hot, Mr. Blackwood?” I teased, my voice taking on a husky edge.

He shot me a warning look, one that sent a thrill through me. “Don’t push it, Sav.”

With a gentle motion, he set me down, his jaw tight and body tense. He shot me one last glance—his eyes a mix of conflict, as if he were torn between running away and coming back for more—before he climbed out of the pool, a towel wrapped around his waist, frustration evident in his gait.

“I’m gonna need cold water and a therapist after that,” he muttered, walking away.

That left me with Dean.

Dean swam lazily towards me, a cocky grin plastered on his face.

“Well, well, well. That was quite a show,” he remarked, his tone dripping with mockery.

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