From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 283

**Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**
**Chapter 283**

“Hey, love, I completely forgot to tell you. She’s going to be staying over for a bit,” I called out, cautiously dipping my toes into the conversation.

Roman, busy cracking open a bottle of water, looked up with a raised eyebrow. “Oh, that’s just lovely,” he replied, his tone laced with a hint of sarcasm.

“Yeah,” I said, a playful smile creeping onto my lips. “She’s here to sleep with Reese.”

The moment those words left my mouth, I heard a loud thud. I spun around to find Roman bent over, coughing violently, water spraying from his mouth like a fountain.

“Roman!” I rushed from the bathroom, half-laughing and half-panic-stricken. “Oh my God, are you alright?”

He was doubled over, clutching his chest as he struggled to breathe, his face turning a bright shade of crimson. “What the hell, Sav?” he wheezed, still gasping for air.

I quickly snatched the bottle from the floor and pressed it into his trembling hand. “Here. Drink this.”

He took a small sip, blinking at me as if I’d just confessed to committing a crime. “Are you serious, my love?” His tone was incredulous.

I nodded, trying to contain my laughter. “I’m serious.”

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, setting the bottle down with a thud. “What was she thinking? And what were you thinking, letting her come here for that?”

I shrugged, feeling a mix of amusement and defiance. “She’s an adult, Roman. I can’t exactly ground her for wanting to be with someone.”

He ran a frustrated hand through his hair, the strands falling haphazardly. “Yeah, but it’s Reese. My brother. He’s not—he’s not the best choice for her, baby.”

I crossed my arms defiantly, a spark of irritation igniting within me. “Well, she’s not asking him to marry her. She just wants one night. That’s all.”

His expression twisted in disbelief, a mix of concern and frustration etched on his features. “This is concerning, my love. I can’t believe you’re okay with this. It’s crazy.”

“Why? Because your brother has a penis and my cousin has feelings?” I shot back, the heat rising in my cheeks.

“Because,” he said sharply, “my brother isn’t exactly… responsible.”

“And Lizzie’s not exactly a saint,” I retorted. “She knows what she’s getting into.”

“She’s a child, Savannah,” he insisted, his voice tinged with worry.

“She’s twenty-two, Roman,” I replied, my patience wearing thin.

He let out a heavy sigh, frustration crackling around him like static electricity. “Look, he’s going to hurt her. I know Reese. I know what he’s like, what he’s into. Regardless of anything that’s happened between us, he’s still my brother. I know what he’s capable of.”

“Roman, please,” I implored, softening my tone. “She’s not going to come out of this the same. Just talk her out of it. I’m begging you.”

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