From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 253

**TITLE: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**

**Chapter 253**

**9:B**

In a voice barely above a whisper, he confided, “You have no idea how much you mean to me.”

I lifted my gaze, and the intensity of his eyes locked onto mine, creating a moment so profound that I felt as if the air had been stolen from my lungs. Time seemed to suspend itself, and all the chaos of the world faded into a distant hum.

“You don’t need to say anything in return,” he continued, his tone gentle yet firm. “Just… know it.”

His words were simple, devoid of grandiosity or flowery language, yet they penetrated the very depths of my being, resonating in a way that no elaborate promise ever could. My heart twisted within my chest, overwhelmed by the weight of his sincerity.

“Roman,” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper, trying to grasp the enormity of the moment.

But he didn’t let me finish. Before I could articulate my thoughts, his lips found mine in a kiss that was both slow and tender. It was not a kiss driven by urgency or wild passion, but rather one imbued with a deeper truth, a connection that spoke volumes without the need for words. It left me trembling, as if the very act of our lips meeting was a language all its own.

When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against mine, sharing a breath. “Come with me,” he murmured, his voice a soft caress.

“Where?” I asked, curiosity piqued.

“To the rooftop. There’s something I want to show you.”

A smile broke across my face, still dazed from the kiss and the weight of his words. “You’ve already shown me so much.”

“Trust me,” he replied, intertwining his fingers with mine, his grip reassuring. “You’re going to love this.”

He guided me up a narrow, winding staircase, the echoes of the orchestra fading into the background. As he pushed open the rooftop door, a rush of cool night air enveloped us, carrying the fresh scent of rain that lingered on the verge of falling.

And then—light.

Fireworks erupted into the sky, the first one bursting into a shower of golden sparks. One after another, they followed, igniting the night with vibrant colors—pinks, blues, and brilliant silvers blooming above us like flowers unfurling in the darkness.

I gasped, stepping closer to the edge, my heart racing. “Roman! Did you do this?”

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