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WARREN

My bedroom door clicks as I push it closed and turn the lock. We’d already taken a shower, changed into clean and comfortable clothes, and ate a big dinner with everyone. But I’m glad to finally be back in a quiet room alone with Savannah.

She pulls back the covers on my bed and slides her body underneath. Her eyes close and I watch with a smile as her entire body relaxes and she lets out a long sigh.

I crawl across the mattress and lie down next to her. “Comfy?”

“Almost.”

I scoot closer to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her against my chest.

“There,” she whispers. “Now I’m comfy.”

My nose buries itself into her hair and my hand trails across the waistband of her shorts.

“Did you talk to your family yet?”

She sighs and snuggles closer to me. “Yeah. They finally got Blythe’s number and called while you were in the shower earlier. They were glad to know that I was safe but warned that I shouldchoose the people I surround myself with more carefully. Like this whole thing was somehow my fault.”

“No offense, but your parents are awful.”

“I know,” she laughs softly. “It doesn’t bother me as much as it used to. I had a lot of time to think about it while I was gone.” I squeeze her tighter while I listen. “They have other priorities in their little bubble and don’t want to deal with my messes all the time. Spencer has always been the same way too. I don’t want to think about them anymore, you know? I’ll talk to them about it one day, maybe. It’ll be like airing my grievances to a brick wall, but I need to say my piece. They can apologize or treat me differently if they want but either way, I’m ready to move on and live my damn life. And I like how my life is right now. With you.”

Hearing her with so much clarity on the subject makes my chest feel tight. I’m proud of how she’s beginning to understand that she deserves to be loved.

She turns to her back when I lift my body, position my knees between her legs, and hover over her.

“I’m sorry about everything that happened,” I say with my forehead resting on hers.

I know I’m not responsible for Emma’s issues. But I was part of the reason this all happened, even if her unhinged obsession and substance abuse was out of my control. I should have seen the signs and I never should have let Savannah go over to her house alone. Guilt settles in my stomach, and I have to focus to keep breathing and not let the emotion take over.

Savannah lifts her chin, kissing me long and slow.

“It’s not your fault. It’s not mine either, and it feels good to let myself believe that.” Her thumb runs the length of my jaw and I shake my head in wonder.

This is all I ever wanted. For her to love herself and let me love her too.

To have her here and safe in my bed.

To just be with her.

Instinctively, my hips press down on hers and I kiss her like it’s the only thing in the world that matters to me right now.

“Fuck, baby. Sorry. I know you’re tired and I want to make sure you’re okay?—”

“I don’t want to talk about what happened. I want to think about the future instead,” she whispers against my lips. Her hands trail down the front of my chest and down to my briefs. She pushes them down as far as she can, and while I sit up and get them the rest of the way off, she takes off her shorts and throws them to the side of the bed.

Settling back down on top of her, our mouths meet again. I run my hand along the side of her leg while she wraps it around me. She lifts her hips, begging for the friction we’re both craving right now. I’m dying to scoot down and bury myself between her thighs to taste her, but I don’t know if I can put off being inside her for another minute.

“Warren, please. I need—” her breath hitches and her sentence is cut off because I’m way ahead of her.

Right when I’m about to push into her, my movements still. “Fuck. Condom.”

I’m practically panting above her and trying to think of the last place I saw the box of condoms when she fists the hair at the back of my neck to bring my attention back to her.

“I’m on the shot. And I want to feel you, Warren.Now,” she pleads.