From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 284

**Chapter 284**

**Chapter 165: Not Even With Me?**

“How is your mother holding up?” Roman’s voice drifted to me from behind, rich and soothing, weaving through the gentle sound of the bathwater’s soft hiss.

I released a slow breath, watching a small bubble drift lazily past my knee before it popped. “Paler,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “Weaker. And she’s lost a lot of weight too.”

As if sensing my need for comfort, his arms encircled me from behind, his solid presence anchoring me beneath the water’s surface. I leaned back into his chest, surrendering to the warmth radiating from him as steam curled around us like a protective cocoon.

“I’m truly sorry, Sav,” he said, his tone heavy with sympathy.

I tilted my head back to meet his gaze, which was soft, brimming with a familiar ache of empathy that I both cherished and resented in equal measure. A faint smile tugged at my lips. “You don’t need to be sorry. It’s not your fault. Besides, she’s handling it better than I expected. Everyone seems to be.”

He brushed his thumb gently against my jaw, a tender gesture that sent a flicker of warmth through me. “I’ll carve out some time soon to visit her at the hospital. I should have done that already.”

“That would really brighten her day,” I replied softly, a small warmth blossoming in my chest. “Thank you for that.”

His smile widened, the corners of his mouth lifting in a way that made my heart flutter. I leaned in slightly, intending for our kiss to be brief—a soft, grateful touch of lips—but Roman had a way of turning the simplest moments into something deeper. His hand found its way to the back of my neck, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss until I felt the air around us thicken with an unspoken intensity.

His other hand glided to my waist beneath the water, tracing a path up my spine that sent shivers across my skin. I gasped against his lips as his fingers began to draw lazy circles along my back.

“Roman…” I breathed, my voice a mix of a sigh and a plea.

He didn’t respond verbally. Instead, his mouth traveled down my neck, leaving a trail of warmth that ignited my senses. I shivered as his breath ghosted over my collarbone, sending prickles of anticipation coursing through me.

But then, his hand moved to my breast, and that familiar squeeze followed. Yet this time, it felt different—rougher. A sharp pain flickered through me, brief but undeniable. I hissed softly, my body instinctively tensing at the unexpected sensation.

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