From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 86

**Chapter 56: Anything For You**

I jolted awake, breathless, with a single name echoing in my mind.

“Chloe! Shit!”

The sound of my own voice startled me, cracking like fragile glass as I shot upright in bed. My hands instinctively flew to my face, brushing away the dampness that clung to my skin. My heart raced, pounding against my ribs as if trying to escape.

The room was flooded with bright light, forcing me to squint against its intensity. It felt like I had been pulled from a dream into an unfamiliar reality.

“I’m jealous,” came a voice from my left, smooth and teasing.

I turned my head, my eyes landing on Roman, who lounged casually in a chair beside my bed. He was fully dressed, his damp hair plastered to his forehead in wild strands that hinted at a recent shower. His green eyes sparkled with mischief, a glint that sent a shiver down my spine.

“Shit! I’m so stupid,” I muttered, my hands flying to my hair, tugging at the strands in frustration. “I fell asleep waiting for Chloe to get back.”

Roman leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other, a picture of relaxed amusement. He watched me with an intensity that made me feel like I was the only show in town.

He remained silent, a smirk playing on his lips, which only fueled my irritation.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why didn’t you wake me up, Roman? You were working all night, weren’t you?”

With a lazy shrug, he replied, “I was trying to get back at you.”

“For what exactly?” I asked, confusion mingling with annoyance.

“You didn’t let me get in your pants.” His tone was dry, but the wicked glint in his eyes made my jaw drop in disbelief. “Yes, so as petty as it sounds, I spent the night watching you sleep as my form of revenge.”

“Are you—are you serious right now?” My voice climbed an octave, disbelief constricting my throat.

His expression was unapologetic, eyes never leaving mine. “Did I stutter? I’m vindictive, Sav,” he replied, tilting his head slightly, as if daring me to challenge him further.

I groaned, a mix of exasperation and temptation swirling within me. I was half-tempted to throw a pillow at his smug face, or perhaps even imagine sticking a dagger in his chest. “Unbelievable,” I muttered, shaking my head.

In a flash, he moved—swift and effortless. The chair scraped against the floor, and suddenly, the mattress dipped as he slid onto the bed beside me, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from his damp skin. His voice softened, the teasing edge fading as he leaned closer.

“So we’re even now, love. Besides…” He searched my eyes, his gaze turning serious. “Your sister didn’t get back until a few hours ago. There was quite the commotion downstairs that confirmed my suspicion.” He tilted his head toward the door, as if to emphasize his point.

My heart raced. “What? Really?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed, his expression unreadable.

My pulse quickened, the implications of his words sinking in. “So where was she all night?”

He arched a brow, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice. “How the fuck am I supposed to know, Sav?”

Before I could respond, he reached beneath his pillow, his hand lingering for a moment as his green eyes remained locked on mine. Then, with a deliberate motion, he pulled something out.

A phone. It felt oddly heavy in my hands as he placed it on my lap, as though it carried a weight far beyond its physical form.

I stared at it, a chill running down my spine. “What is this?”

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