From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 220

**TITLE: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**
*by Serene L. Ard*
*220*

Without a moment’s hesitation, I stepped into his embrace, surrendering to the warmth that enveloped me. His arms wrapped around me with a firm yet gentle grip, and his familiar scent washed over me like a soothing balm. When he leaned down, our lips met in a kiss that felt soft and sweet, lingering in the air between us. It wasn’t hurried; it was steady, a silent promise that whispered, “I’m here for you. You don’t have to worry about anything right now.”

In that fleeting moment, it felt as if the world around us had ceased to move. All the dreadful events of the day melted away, leaving only the two of us suspended in our own little universe. Just him and me, together, and nothing else mattered.

As we broke apart, he tenderly traced his thumb along my cheek, his gaze searching mine. “What happened?” he asked, his voice a gentle inquiry, filled with concern.

I didn’t need to say anything. Instead, I reached for the eviction notice lying on the table, my fingers trembling slightly as I handed it to him. He unfolded the paper and read it once, his expression remaining inscrutable—no frown, no curse, just an unsettling calmness that could either soothe or unsettle, depending on the situation.

After a brief moment, he folded the notice with meticulous care and looked directly at me, his eyes steady and unwavering. “You’re moving in with me.”

I blinked, taken aback. “What?”

“Tonight,” he stated matter-of-factly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “I’ll have someone come by in the morning to pack your things and bring them over. For now, just grab what you’ll need for the night.”

I felt a rush of disbelief. “Roman, that’s not—”

“Negotiable?” he interjected, a small smile playing on his lips, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “It’s not.”

Under normal circumstances, I would have put up a fight, argued my case with fervor. But tonight, I felt utterly drained. My head throbbed, and my body ached from the long hours spent on the road.

“Fine,” I muttered, rubbing my temples in a futile attempt to ease the tension.

“Good.” He glanced around the room, his expression shifting. “Let’s get your bag.”

I didn’t protest. He retrieved a duffel bag from the closet, filling it with items that seemed hastily chosen, the kind of things you grab when you don’t plan to stay long. We packed in silence, gathering a toothbrush, a few outfits, my charger, the book I had meant to finish but never found the time for, and my laptop. The essentials. The silence between us wasn’t uncomfortable; it was thick with the understanding that sometimes words were unnecessary, especially when the weight of the day hung heavily in the air.

When we finished, he took the bag from my hands before I could reach for it. “You’ve had enough for one day,” he said, his voice firm yet gentle.

I didn’t argue with that either.

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