Chapter 84
In Chapter 84 of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” the atmosphere is thick with tension as Roman and Savannah return home. The journey is marked by a heavy silence, with Savannah appearing distant and preoccupied, reflecting her internal struggles regarding Chloe and Dean’s impending parenthood. Roman feels a strong desire to connect with her but knows that pushing too hard will only lead to her retreating further into her emotional shell. The oppressive quiet of their home amplifies the unspoken feelings between them.
Once inside, Savannah’s tension is palpable as she avoids Roman’s attempts to draw her out. He senses her turmoil but is met with her insistence that nothing is wrong. This denial frustrates him, revealing the depth of his concern for her well-being. Savannah’s abrupt decision to go for a swim signifies her need to escape and process her emotions, leaving Roman in a state of confusion and worry.
As Savannah immerses herself in the pool, Roman is drawn to her beauty and vulnerability. The water becomes a transformative space where their emotional barriers begin to dissolve. When he joins her, the physical connection they share through their kisses becomes a pivotal moment in their relationship. Roman’s gentle approach encourages Savannah to open up, and the intimacy of the water allows them to confront the underlying issues that have been simmering beneath the surface.
Finally, the truth spills out as Savannah reveals that the baby is not Dean’s. This revelation shatters the fragile calm between them and alters the course of their lives. The weight of her confession hangs in the air, marking a significant turning point in their relationship and setting the stage for the emotional turmoil that lies ahead. The chapter closes with the realization that their world has irrevocably changed, leaving both characters grappling with the implications of this new reality.
**Title: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time p>
**Chapter 84 p>
**Chapter 54: A Swim p>
**Roman p>
The journey back home felt eerily serene, as if the world outside had muted itself in respect for the heavy silence that enveloped us.
Savannah occupied the passenger seat, her gaze fixed on the blurred landscape beyond the glass, as if it held secrets far more captivating than the reality we were escaping. Her profile was a mask, inscrutable and tense, her lips pressed together in a way that suggested she was trying to contain a storm within. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, a barrier against whatever emotions threatened to spill out.
I felt an overwhelming urge to reach out, to take her hand in mine and assure her that she didn’t have to drown in the silence. I wanted to tell her that it was okay to feel a mix of emotions about Chloe and Dean expecting a baby. But I knew her too well; if I pushed her too soon, she would deflect with humor, hiding her true feelings behind a facade.
So I kept driving, my jaw clenched and my knuckles white as I gripped the steering wheel, the tension in the car thick enough to cut. When we finally pulled into the driveway, the quiet of our home felt almost suffocating.
I unlocked the door and ushered her inside. The house was enveloped in an unnatural stillness, devoid of life or sound—no laughter, no clattering dishes, just the oppressive silence wrapping around us like a heavy blanket.
Her shoulders remained tense beneath my jacket, and her eyes seemed to look past me, lost in their own thoughts. I kept my hand on her waist as we ascended the staircase, guiding her with gentle pressure. She allowed my touch, but I could sense that she was still holding herself back, not ready to let me in.
Once we reached our bedroom, she slipped out of my jacket, folding it neatly over a chair before she sank onto the edge of the bed. Her fingers nervously smoothed the hem of her dress, a repetitive motion that seemed to ground her.
I crouched down in front of her, my fingers gently lifting her chin so that our eyes met. “Talk to me, Savannah. Please, just tell me what’s going on p>
She shook her head, a quick, almost instinctual denial. “Nothing’s wrong p>
“Don’t do that,” I urged, my voice sharper than I intended, the frustration leaking through. “Don’t shut me out. You looked like you’d seen a ghost back there p>
Her lips quivered, struggling to maintain their composure. “I’m fine, Roman. Really p>
But I could see through her facade. Every line on her face screamed the opposite; she looked as though she had weathered a fierce storm, battered and weary.
“Is it because Chloe and Dean are having a baby?” I asked cautiously, my heart racing as I watched her reaction.
Her body stilled at my question, a flicker of something—fear, sadness?—crossing her eyes before she quickly masked it. “No,” she replied firmly, her voice steady. “That’s not it p>
She stood up abruptly, cutting me off mid-sentence. “I just… I need to clear my head, Roman.” She smoothed her dress again, a gesture of anxiety. “I’m going for a swim p>
Before I could protest, she slipped into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind her, leaving me in a whirlwind of confusion and concern.
I ran a hand through my hair, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. She was shutting me out, and it felt like a knife twisting in my gut. Every instinct screamed at me to break down the door and demand the truth, but I forced myself to remain patient.
Minutes dragged on, each second feeling like an eternity, heavy and suffocating.
Finally, the bathroom door creaked open.
Savannah emerged, wrapped in a white bathrobe, her damp hair cascading over her shoulders, her skin glowing, freshly washed of the day’s worries. She looked ethereal, more beautiful than I had ever seen her, yet she avoided my gaze, gliding past me like a specter, the soft sound of her footsteps the only indication that she was even there.
I followed her, my heart racing as we descended the staircase, crossed the polished marble hall, and stepped through the glass doors that opened to the backyard.
The night air hit me like a refreshing wave, cool and sharp against my heated skin. I watched as Savannah approached the pool, her fingers deftly undoing the knot of her robe. It slipped from her shoulders, pooling on the stone tiles like a discarded memory.
And then she slipped into the water.
A tightness gripped my chest.
She submerged herself, and when she resurfaced, her bare skin glimmered in the moonlight, the water embracing her as if it were alive. She was a vision of beauty, both captivating and devastating, like something conjured from the depths of a dream meant to ensnare my very soul.
My body reacted instinctively; heat flooded through me, rushing to my groin as my pulse thundered in my ears.
Savannah. My Savannah.
Without a second thought, I yanked off my shirt, kicked off my shoes, and dove in after her.
The water slapped cool against my overheated skin, jolting me back to reality. But as soon as I broke the surface, I saw her, and nothing else mattered.
She turned at the sound of my entry, her hair slicked back, her eyes wide with surprise. She didn’t say a word; she simply floated there, watching me with an intensity that made my heart race.
I swam closer, deliberately, not forcing the issue or chasing her down. I closed the distance with each stroke, my heart pounding with anticipation.
When I reached her, I didn’t cage her in. Instead, I let my hand brush against her waist, a gentle caress that was more of a question than a demand.
She didn’t pull away; instead, she turned slightly, inviting my touch.
I leaned in, my lips brushing against her shoulder first, testing the waters. Her skin was cool and damp, a hint of warmth radiating from her. I kissed higher, tracing the curve of her collarbone, the hollow of her throat, and the edge of her jaw.
Her breath hitched, a soft sound that hung in the air, filled with expectation.
Finally, I captured her mouth with mine, giving her the connection I sensed she craved. Her lips parted instantly, as if they had been waiting for this moment all along. The kiss began slowly, tenderly, before deepening, growing hungrier as I felt her melt against me.
Her body responded to my touch, pressing closer, molding to mine. Every soft sigh that escaped her lips vibrated through me, unraveling the chains of restraint I had wrapped around myself.
I pulled back just enough to whisper against her mouth, “Savannah… talk to me. Whatever it is p>
Her nails grazed my chest underwater, a delicate scrape that made my breath hitch. She rested her forehead against mine, and for a long moment, I feared she wouldn’t answer. I feared she would retreat into silence again, leaving me hanging in uncertainty.
But then, she spoke, her voice a quiet, shattered whisper. “The baby isn’t Dean’s p>
Time seemed to freeze.
The water stilled, the air thickened, and even my heart seemed to forget how to beat for a moment.
Her eyes met mine, wide and filled with a tempest she had been trying so hard to contain all night.
In that single moment, everything I thought I understood about Chloe’s announcement, about the chaos that had unfolded around us earlier, shattered into pieces. The truth hung heavy in the air, and I realized that our world had just irrevocably changed.
As the weight of Savannah’s revelation sank in, the air between us transformed, thick with unspoken fears and uncharted territory. The truth had unraveled the fragile fabric of our lives, exposing the raw edges we had both been trying to navigate. In the shimmering water, the chaos of our emotions collided—fear, confusion, and an undeniable connection that had always lingered beneath the surface. The moment felt suspended in time, as if the universe had paused to allow us to process the enormity of what lay ahead. I could see in Savannah’s eyes the flicker of vulnerability, the storm she had been holding at bay, and it ignited a fierce determination within me to bridge the chasm that had formed between us.
With every heartbeat, I understood that we were teetering on the precipice of change, and it was in this moment of uncertainty that I realized the depth of my commitment to her. The water that enveloped us became a sanctuary, a place where we could confront the truth together. I leaned in closer, ready to face whatever came next, knowing that the path would be fraught with challenges but also with the promise of healing. As we floated there, intertwined in our shared vulnerability, I felt an overwhelming sense of hope. Together, we would navigate the broken time that had unfolded around us, folding our dreams into a new reality—one where honesty and love would guide us through the storm, hand in hand.
**What to Expect in Next Chapter p>
As we plunge into the next chapter of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” the emotional stakes are set to escalate dramatically. With Savannah’s bombshell revelation that the baby isn’t Dean’s, both her and Roman’s worlds are about to be turned upside down. Expect a deep dive into the tangled web of relationships, secrets, and unspoken truths that will challenge their bond. Roman, already on edge from Savannah’s emotional walls, will be forced to confront not only her pain but also the implications of this shocking news on their lives and the lives of those around them.
The tension that has been simmering beneath the surface is bound to erupt, leading to confrontations that will test the limits of trust and love. Will Savannah open up about the truth behind the baby’s paternity, or will she retreat further into her shell, leaving Roman to grapple with uncertainty and fear? As the night unfolds, the serene backdrop of the pool will transform into a battleground of emotions, where every whispered word and hesitant touch will carry the weight of their unspoken fears. Prepare for an intense exploration of vulnerability, as both characters are pushed to their breaking points, and the choices they make could irrevocably alter their futures.
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.