From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 9

**Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**
**Chapter 9**

Laughter bubbled up within me even before our lips met again. It struck me as almost absurd; here I was, kissing my best friend.

Roman’s warm hand cradled my cheek, his body hovering just above mine on the bed as he said, “Alright, just to be clear, this is strictly for practice.”

“Mmm-hmm,” I hummed, tilting my chin up, feeling a thrill of anticipation. “Strictly for educational purposes. You know, a science project.”

His lips found mine mid-smirk, soft and tentative at first, as if he were testing the waters. But when he deepened the kiss, all hesitation vanished. My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging just enough to elicit a low groan from him, vibrating against my mouth.

“Fuck, sav,” he breathed, and I felt a spark ignite within me.

Every nerve ending in my body flared to life. It had been weeks since I had felt the warmth of someone else, and the absence of touch had left me yearning. My body reacted instinctively, hungry for more.

Roman leaned in closer, one knee slipping between my legs, his hand pressing possessively against my hip. “Careful,” he murmured against my lips, his voice a low, teasing growl. “I might forget we’re just acting.”

“Then don’t,” I challenged playfully, my heart racing with excitement.

With a swift motion, I grabbed his shoulders and flipped us over, landing him beneath me.

Now, I was on top, straddling him, breathless and flushed, my smile wide and triumphant, like a woman who had every intention of winning this playful battle. Roman gazed up at me, his expression a mix of admiration and mischief, as if I were both a delicious dessert and a thrilling challenge.

“Well damn,” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Should’ve started with you on top.”

I smirked at him, feeling a rush of confidence. “Of course you’d like that.”

“I do. You look—” he paused, his gaze roaming over me appreciatively, “very pretty up there. Regal. Dangerous.”

“Thanks, bestie,” I laughed, a thrill of warmth spreading through me at his compliment.

“I could get used to this,” he murmured, one hand sliding over the curve of my ass, slow and possessive, sending shivers down my spine.

“Oh, could you?” I teased, leaning down until my lips brushed against his again, the anticipation crackling in the air around us.

But before I could claim another kiss, Roman growled low and flipped me onto my back, pinning me down against the mattress.

“This position’s goated, love,” he whispered in my ear, his voice thick with playful teasing. “Ten outta ten. Would recommend.”

I gasped with laughter and playfully shoved at his chest. “You’re such a menace—”

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