From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 27

**Chapter 20: A Train Wreck In Slow Motion**

The morning sun poured into the room, illuminating everything with a warm, golden sheen. It was the kind of light that made the world seem almost magical, casting soft shadows and highlighting the beauty of the mundane.

Except for me.

So many memories came flooding back, memories of moments just like this one, where we found ourselves in this familiar embrace. Each time, it was triggered by my emotional turmoil. I would come to him, tears streaming down my face, seeking solace in his unwavering presence.

He would wrap his arms around me, holding me tight, never releasing me until the storm inside me had calmed.

Roman, on the other hand, seemed to glide through life effortlessly. He was the epitome of composure, always in control, never faltering.

I lay sprawled across him, one leg draped lazily over his waist, my cheek resting against the warm, rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. It felt like home. His arms encircled me, relaxed yet firm, as if neither of us wanted to be the first to break the spell of this moment.

We were both awake; I could sense it in the subtle way his fingers flexed against the small of my back, the way his chest tightened beneath me with each breath I took.

But silence enveloped us, stretching on for what felt like an eternity.

Until I broke it.

“Am I really that difficult to love?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, the question slipping out before I could stop it. It wasn’t meant to be spoken aloud.

I felt him stiffen beneath me, a shift in the air around us.

“Chloe’s not exactly a saint, yet somehow, she managed to ensnare a man who tossed me aside like yesterday’s news. It’s absurd, Roman. You should have witnessed it. It was as if I were invisible.”

Slowly, I felt his fingers tighten against my spine, a silent plea for me to stop. “Don’t you dare say that about yourself.”

I lifted my head, and our gazes locked. His eyes were fierce, burning with a protective intensity that made my heart race.

“You think that because of that weasel? That snake? Sav, if you could see yourself through my eyes—”

A bitter laugh escaped my lips. “You mean like a train wreck in slow motion? I can’t even stand upright without wobbling like a newborn deer.”

“No,” he replied, his grip on my jaw gentle yet firm. “I mean like a goddamn wildfire. Beautiful. Devastating. Alive. And not meant to be tamed.”

I swallowed hard, fighting against the wave of emotion threatening to overwhelm me.

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