Chapter 16
In Chapter 11 of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” the protagonist steps out in a bikini, capturing the attention of everyone at the pool, especially Roman, who is visibly entranced by her. The atmosphere shifts as Alyssa’s dramatic reaction breaks the initial silence, but the tension remains thick, particularly between the protagonist and Roman. Their connection is palpable, and when she teasingly challenges him, it escalates into a passionate kiss, showcasing their undeniable chemistry amidst the onlookers’ reactions.
As the kiss intensifies, the protagonist feels a mix of exhilaration and fear, aware that their moment is charged with emotions that could blur the lines of their relationship. Chloe’s disdainful interruption highlights the social dynamics at play, reminding the protagonist of past rivalries and insecurities. Meanwhile, Lizzie’s excitement contrasts sharply with the tension, creating a chaotic but thrilling environment that amplifies the stakes of their interaction.
After their kiss, Roman steps back, visibly flustered and conflicted, hinting at deeper feelings that complicate their playful rivalry. The protagonist, still caught up in the aftermath, encounters Dean, who mockingly comments on the scene. Their banter reveals unresolved tensions from their past, with Dean pushing buttons about her engagement and hinting at his lingering feelings. The protagonist stands her ground, asserting her independence while cleverly challenging Dean’s arrogance.
The chapter culminates in a power play as the protagonist reveals her true intentions: to remind Dean of what he lost. Her words carry a weight of vengeance and empowerment, signaling her refusal to be defined by her past with him. As she swims away, leaving Dean speechless, it becomes clear that she is reclaiming her narrative, ready to confront her past and assert her identity in the present. The emotional rollercoaster of attraction, rivalry, and empowerment sets the stage for further developments in their intertwined lives.
**Dreams Folding Into Broken Time p>
**Chapter 11: You’re Playing Dangerous p>
As I stepped out in my bikini, a hush fell over the pool, as if the world had suddenly paused, all eyes turning to me.
Alyssa, ever the dramatist, lowered her sunglasses with an exaggerated flair and let out a low whistle. “Holy hell,” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with awe.
Roman’s reaction was instantaneous. The moment he caught sight of me, he turned, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race. His eyes were dark, his mouth slightly open, pupils wide as if he were entranced. “Fuck me,” he muttered, the words barely escaping his lips.
With a confident stride, I glided past him, my movements slow and deliberate, each step a carefully crafted performance designed to capture his attention. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, a palpable force that urged me forward.
Once I reached the edge of the infinity pool, I lowered myself into the water with a grace that felt almost ethereal, every ripple seemingly choreographed for maximum impact. As I resurfaced, the fabric of my bikini clung to me like a scandal, accentuating every curve.
The silence around the pool was thick, almost suffocating.
“Sav, that should be illegal in at least four states,” Alyssa shouted, breaking the spell.
A soft cough came from somewhere behind me, and I heard the unmistakable sound of someone dropping their sunglasses in shock.
Roman swam closer, his jaw clenched tight, the tension radiating off him like heat from a fire. “You planning to kill me in public?” he asked, his voice low and laced with something that felt dangerously close to desire.
I smiled, tilting my head slightly. “Why? Is it working?” The challenge in my tone was unmistakable.
He swallowed hard, his gaze unwavering.
He was already in the water, and I took the opportunity to disappear beneath the surface, the cool water enveloping me like a secret. But I couldn’t resist the pull of his presence, and I emerged again, each stroke drawing me closer to him as if some invisible force was at play.
Our eyes locked, and the tension between us snapped like a taut rubber band. Then, in a swift movement, he backed me against the wall of the pool, his hands gripping my waist with a possessive strength. “You’re playing dangerous,” he murmured, his breath warm against my neck.
“Just giving them a show,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
His fingers trailed down to my thighs, lifting me effortlessly until my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. A gasp escaped me as I felt his body against mine, my arms curling around his neck without a second thought.
And then, he kissed me.
It was anything but gentle—raw, claiming, and utterly unrestrained.
His mouth crushed against mine, his tongue exploring me as if he were trying to memorize every inch. My fingers tangled in his hair, and I arched into him, surrendering to the moment.
If he kissed me any harder, I feared I would forget we were merely pretending.
A soft moan slipped from my lips, betraying the intensity of the moment.
Behind us, Chloe scoffed loudly, her voice cutting through the air like a knife. “Are you serious right now p>
Roman didn’t even flinch, his focus entirely on me.
I knew he felt it—the way my body responded to him, how my skin tingled where it pressed against his, how his own body reacted beneath the water’s surface.
Chloe’s voice dripped with disdain from the edge of the pool. “Well, that was disgusting. Get a fucking room. There’s a kid here p>
With that, she turned on her heel and stormed away, clearly irked that the attention had shifted from her to us.
It reminded me of high school when she had slept with Declan, the very guy I had harbored a crush on, all because I had made cheer captain and she hadn’t.
If things didn’t go Chloe’s way, she was more than willing to carve her own path.
Lizzie, however, was all smiles as she lifted her phone, grinning from ear to ear. “So fucking hot,” she gushed. “I’m posting this everywhere p>
Roman broke the kiss, breathless and flushed, his forehead resting against mine. “I need a minute,” he muttered, stepping back. “Or I’ll embarrass myself in front of your whole damn family p>
“Am I making you hot, Mr. Blackwood?” I teased, my voice taking on a husky edge.
He shot me a warning look, one that sent a thrill through me. “Don’t push it, Sav p>
With a gentle motion, he set me down, his jaw tight and body tense. He shot me one last glance—his eyes a mix of conflict, as if he were torn between running away and coming back for more—before he climbed out of the pool, a towel wrapped around his waist, frustration evident in his gait.
“I’m gonna need cold water and a therapist after that,” he muttered, walking away.
That left me with Dean.
Dean swam lazily towards me, a cocky grin plastered on his face.
“Well, well, well. That was quite a show,” he remarked, his tone dripping with mockery.
I didn’t respond, my pulse still racing—not because of Dean, but because of what had just transpired with Roman. The kiss, the raw chemistry—it was all consuming.
I wasn’t supposed to feel this way.
Turning to Dean cautiously, my heart still thundering in my chest, I shot him a wary look. “Still a creep, I see p>
He floated closer, resting his elbow on the edge of the pool, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You know, he’s not the only one with eyes here, Savannah p>
I scoffed, rolling my eyes.
Dean smirked, clearly enjoying himself. “And I don’t walk away when things get heated p>
“Yeah, I remember. You run,” I shot back, my tone sharp.
My retort seemed to ignite something in him, and he grinned like a Cheshire cat, his gaze traveling down my body before lingering at my breasts.
“I’ve missed you, Sav. Your fire. Your sharp replies.” He licked his lips, an unmistakable glint in his eye. “Roman’s one lucky bastard p>
“Because I’ve got tits?” I countered, raising an eyebrow.
His smirk faltered. “You’re still mad at me for what happened years ago? Is that what this is all about p>
“Don’t flatter yourself,” I said, turning away to hide my irritation.
“If you’re still mad over what happened years ago, how come you’re pushing forward with your engagement?” he pressed, his voice dipping into a more serious tone.
I paused mid-stroke, his words sinking in.
“Do I smell a little revenge game? Is that what this is?” he added, a teasing lilt in his voice.
I laughed, a sharp, loud sound that echoed around the pool. “You are one cocky bastard, aren’t you? You think my world revolves around you p>
He lifted an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes, but I pressed on.
“You think I’d orchestrate some elaborate scheme just to get you back? To make you suddenly realize you belong with me? You really think you’re that special p>
Dean straightened slightly, his demeanor shifting. “I know I am. You chased me for years before we finally dated. And now, I’m supposed to believe that you’d just smile and raise a toast at my wedding to your sister? Come on, Sav, I know you better than that p>
“Your dick’s not made of gold, Dean. Get over yourself,” I retorted, rolling my eyes once more.
He leaned in, his eyes hungry with curiosity. “You kiss him like you’re trying to forget someone. I just wonder if that someone’s me p>
The arrogance of him was infuriating.
He leaned forward, eagerly awaiting my reaction, as if my response could validate whatever narcissistic theory he had concocted in his mind.
I swam closer, erasing the distance between us, his smirk deepening with every inch I closed.
“Yeah,” I whispered, my voice low. “You’re right. I actually came here with a plan p>
Dean’s eyes lit up, a mix of cockiness and intrigue flooding his expression, completely buying into whatever fantasy he had spun in his head.
“I knew it,” he breathed, satisfaction thick in his voice.
I leaned in until our noses nearly touched, my breath grazing his skin. “You want to know the plan p>
His gaze darted down, following a droplet of water that was leisurely cascading down the valley of my breasts.
His finger brushed against the droplet, lingering too long in the space between my breasts. He didn’t break eye contact, and the move spoke volumes—he still thought he could touch me like he owned the past.
He nodded, his smirk unwavering. “I’m all ears, sweetheart p>
I smiled—a sweet, sharp, and dangerous smile.
“I came here to remind you of everything you lost. To make sure you never forget who you lost it to p>
Dean’s grin faltered, momentarily replaced by uncertainty.
I leaned even closer, until he could feel the weight of my words, the threat hidden behind my sweetness.
“And if you push me again, Dean? I won’t need a knife to ruin you. I’ll just let the truth do the cutting p>
With that, I turned and swam away, leaving him speechless, suddenly stripped of his smug confidence.
In this chapter, the tension between Savannah and Roman reaches a boiling point, culminating in a passionate kiss that shatters the facade of their playful rivalry. The moment is electric, charged with unspoken desires and the weight of their pasts. As Savannah navigates the complexities of her feelings, the kiss becomes a pivotal moment, revealing not just her attraction to Roman but also the deeper emotional turmoil she grapples with regarding her engagement and her history with Dean. The juxtaposition of the carefree poolside atmosphere with the intensity of their connection highlights Savannah’s internal struggle—caught between the thrill of new love and the haunting shadows of her past.
As the chapter closes, Savannah’s confrontation with Dean serves as a cathartic release, allowing her to reclaim her power and assert her independence. Her words cut through the air, laden with the promise of revenge and self-assertion, signaling a shift in her emotional arc. No longer the girl defined by her past relationships, she emerges as a woman determined to carve her own path, unafraid to confront those who have wronged her. The chapter encapsulates a moment of transformation, where desire and defiance intertwine, leaving Savannah poised on the precipice of change, ready to embrace the complexities of her heart as she navigates the treacherous waters of love and betrayal.
**What to Expect in the Next Chapter p>
As the tension in the air thickens, the next chapter promises to delve deeper into the storm brewing between Savannah and Roman. Their passionate encounter at the pool was just the spark, igniting a fire that neither of them seems prepared to handle. With Roman’s conflicted feelings and Savannah’s fierce determination to reclaim her narrative, readers can anticipate a tumultuous exploration of desire, jealousy, and the consequences of their actions. Will Savannah confront her past with Dean, or will Roman’s presence complicate her plans even further? The stakes are rising, and the allure of forbidden romance is palpable.
Meanwhile, Chloe’s disdain and Dean’s cocky bravado add layers of complexity to Savannah’s world. As she navigates the treacherous waters of her relationships, tensions are bound to escalate. Will Chloe retaliate against Savannah’s newfound confidence, or will Dean’s attempts to rekindle their past lead to unexpected revelations? The dynamic between these characters is set to shift, and the fallout from their interactions promises to be explosive. Expect secrets to unravel, alliances to be tested, and a confrontation that could change everything for Savannah. The next chapter is poised to keep readers on the edge of their seats, eagerly awaiting the twists and turns that lie ahead.
Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.