I’m coming over
Savannah
No!
If you even respect me you give me space when I aks for it! I want to be alone!
Whats mean to be will always be.
*heart emoji*
I’ve never let out such a heavy breath in my life. Is she being serious right now or is this some sort of prank? A test? I doubt she’d say those things to me just to test me. We’ve played back and forth for too long and I straight up told her exactly how I felt about us.
I study the text again and my brows pull together. Savannah is a stickler for grammar and I cringe at the spelling mistakes. That’s not like her at all, and she must be pretty flustered. The random emoji at the end is somehow the most confusing part.
And Idorespect her. She damn well knows that and so do I.
This is so out of left field that I have no idea how to respond or what to do.
“The hell’s got your panties in a bunch?” Tripp asks.
I don’t bother lifting my gaze from my phone.
“Nothing,” I reply and shake my head. But I’m sure they can read straight through my pained expression. It doesn’t feel right talking to everyone else about it if Savannah wants space from me. I’m not sure I could get the words out anyway, so I give them half of the truth. “I don’t think Savannah’s feeling too good. Y’all can go ahead.”
“What?” Blythe stands from where she was sitting on the cooler. “Is she okay? I think maybe she needs to have some tests run at the doctor, Warren. I’m really starting to worry about how often she’s been sick lately.”
“Me too,” I nod. “I’ll make sure that she’s alright.”
“She seemed fine this morning,” Gage adds. “Something else going on?”
Everyone in the room faces me and waits for me to speak. I open my mouth, but there’s a lump in my throat and no words come out.
I made her mine and now she wants me to leave her alone.
Heston must read the hesitation on my face because he stands from the couch, takes a casual drink of his beer, and comes to stand next to me.
“Catch y’all later then,” he says to me and then turns to walk toward the door. “Let’s go.”
Thankfully, they all follow him, even with curious looks in my direction. Once they’re gone I take advantage of the silence, trying to slow down my racing thoughts. I’m overthinking this, right? So she needs a little space. I can give her that.
I think.
In a moment of insanity, I check her location. Something felt off about her texts and the way she wouldn’t answer my phonecalls and I thought that seeing if she made it to her house and if she was still there would make me feel better.
When her location shows up at her house, I sigh. But it didn’t put me at ease at all like I thought it might. In fact, it makes me feel overbearing and like I’m betraying her trust somehow by checking to see where she is. That’s not the kind of man I am.
My hand runs through my hair and my shoulders feel tight.
Remembering we agreed that the cameras were set up for her safety, I pull up the security camera app. We didn’t set any up on the inside, but I click on the view all tab that will show me the entire exterior of the house.
Nothing looks out of the ordinary and her car is parked out front. The sight is enough to stop my veins from their panicked throbbing.
I hate to be paranoid, but after what we went through with my sister at the end of last year, I’m not taking any chances.
The only thing that’s kept me from going over to her house is the fact that she suggested that if I respected her, I would give her the space that she’s asking for. I re-read that text for what seems like the hundredth time. I’d be taking ten steps backward with her if I showed up and demanded she stop avoiding me.
Every bit of my instinct tells me to keep calling until I can at least hear her voice, so I try her a few more times.