From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 264

**Chapter 155: You Heard Me**

Savannah

It was a grave miscalculation on my part to believe that Reese would adhere to even the most basic of boundaries. The man had a complete disregard for the concept of restraint. I had made it abundantly clear: stay out of my way, grant me the space I needed, and for the love of all that is sacred, don’t even cast a glance in my direction if he valued any semblance of peace within this household. Yet here he was, casually leaning against the kitchen counter as if he owned the place, a smug statue observing my every movement as I prepared breakfast.

His gaze was intense, fixed on me like I was some intricate puzzle he was determined to decipher. I could feel the weight of his stare pressing down on me, a palpable pressure that made my skin crawl even before I turned to face him.

“Cut that out, asshole,” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended as I spread butter over the bread with a force that was more aggressive than necessary. “Stop looking at me. You’re making me uncomfortable.”

He didn’t flinch or look away. Instead, a slow, infuriating smile spread across his face. “Your eyes are blue,” he remarked nonchalantly, as though we were engaged in a casual conversation about the weather.

I halted mid-motion, my heart racing as I glared over my shoulder at him. “No, they’re not. They’re grey.”

“No,” he insisted, tilting his head slightly, his gaze still scrutinizing me. “They’re blue. Just so light that you mistake them for grey. If the sun hit them just right, you’d see it.”

I slammed the butter knife onto the counter with a clatter that echoed in the kitchen. “You’re not supposed to be anywhere near me, Reese. Get lost.”

His smile remained, slow and maddeningly smug. “You’re hurting my feelings, sister-in-law. Did you get a restraining order against me?”

“I swear, I’ll tell Roman if you don’t back off right now. I mean it.” My voice was clipped, trembling with a blend of exhaustion and anger that threatened to overflow.

He raised his hands in a mock gesture of surrender, finally leaning away from the counter. “Okay, fine. No need to get all riled up. I’ve never been one to force my women—they always come willingly.”

That was the moment it all spiraled. His lazy drawl, the arrogance dripping from his words—it struck a nerve I didn’t even know was raw. Without thinking, the words tumbled out of my mouth like a reckless confession.

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