Chapter 194
In Chapter 117 of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” titled “Be Safe, My Love,” Roman is deeply unsettled by the presence of Dean, who is attempting to take Savannah away. Despite Dean’s polite facade and casual demeanor, Roman can sense the deceit and tension radiating from him. His instincts tell him that Dean is hiding something, especially since he has orchestrated a grand scheme to stage a wedding, which inherently makes him untrustworthy. Roman’s protective instincts kick in as he watches Savannah cling to him, seeking comfort in their bond.
As Savannah prepares to leave, she expresses her feelings of missing Roman, which tugs at his heartstrings. He reassures her to stay cautious around Dean, emphasizing the need for vigilance. Their interaction is filled with tenderness, and Savannah’s sly smile reveals her understanding of Roman’s protective nature. When Savannah surprises Roman with pepper spray, it lightens the mood, showcasing their playful dynamic. Roman’s affection for her is palpable as he expresses his intention to keep track of her location for peace of mind.
In a bold move to make Dean uncomfortable, Savannah kisses Roman passionately, igniting a fire between them. Their kiss is filled with longing and desire, and Roman takes pleasure in knowing that Dean is watching. He wants Dean to realize what he has lost and how happy Savannah makes him. The kiss is a declaration of their connection, leaving Dean visibly shaken and aware that Savannah is no longer his. Roman savors the moment, feeling a sense of satisfaction as he witnesses Dean’s discomfort.
After the kiss, Savannah and Roman share a sweet farewell, filled with promises of safety and care. Savannah’s playful threat about haunting Roman if he meets with another woman adds a light-hearted touch to their goodbye. As she walks away, Roman’s protective instincts resurface, and he confronts Dean, warning him to stay away from Savannah. Roman’s fierce demeanor and unwavering loyalty to Savannah are evident as he asserts his dominance, ensuring that Dean understands the seriousness of his intentions. The chapter concludes with Roman’s fierce protectiveness, showcasing the depth of his feelings for Savannah and his determination to keep her safe from any harm.
**Chapter 117: Be Safe, My Love p>
**Roman p>
There’s an unsettling aura surrounding this guy. No matter what facade he tries to wear, no matter how many polite gestures he throws Savannah’s way, or the harmless little smiles he casually tosses in her direction, I can see through it all. I can smell the deceit, feel the tension radiating from him.
He’s hiding something, and it’s as clear as day. Of course, he is. Any man who concocts a grand scheme to stage a wedding is inherently untrustworthy.
And the way he avoids eye contact? That speaks volumes. A man who shies away from looking someone in the eye is already guilty, even if he hasn’t committed a crime. My instincts have never failed me; they scream at me to be wary.
Dean. Damn Dean.
He leans against his car in my courtyard, striking a pose like some half-hearted gentleman, waiting for Savannah to finish her farewells so he can whisk her away. His gaze has barely met mine since he arrived, but I can feel his eyes darting across my skin in quick, cowardly glances. It’s the kind of look a man gives when he knows he’s already lost the battle.
And he has. Because Savannah is here with me.
She clings to me like I’m her lifeline, and I bury my face into her hair, inhaling deeply. Her scent envelops me—feminine, sweet, and strangely comforting. It’s a blend that feels both soft and dangerously intoxicating all at once.
“I’m going to miss you,” she whispers against my chest, her voice trembling just enough to twist at my heartstrings.
I lower my head, resting my chin atop her crown, holding her tighter. “I miss you already.” My voice is low and steady, but it takes everything in me to keep it that way. “If he tries anything funny, you call me. Don’t let your guard down. Avoid unnecessary conversations with him p>
She nods, her cheek brushing against my shirt. Brave little thing. She pulls back slightly, a sly smile creeping onto her lips that makes my chest ache with a mixture of longing and pride. She opens her bag and tilts it toward me as if revealing a prized possession.
Pepper spray. A lot of it.
I can’t help but chuckle. She knows me better than anyone. I pull her close again, wrapping my arms around her waist. “That’s my girl. But just so you know, I’ll still be tracking your location,” I whisper in her ear. “For my peace of mind p>
“Okay,” she replies, her voice soft yet resolute.
“Sav, we need to leave soon,” Dean calls out, attempting to sound casual, trying to mask the weight of what he’s done.
Savannah rolls her eyes so dramatically that I nearly choke on my laughter. Then, turning back to me, a mischievous glint ignites in her gaze. “Wanna make him uncomfortable p>
A grin spreads across my face. My wicked little minx. “Why the hell not p>
Without a moment’s hesitation, she presses her soft body against mine, grabbing my shirt and crashing her mouth against mine.
I respond instantly.
Our lips collide with a fervor that ignites a fire within me. My tongue sweeps past her defenses, and my hand finds its way to her lower back, pulling her closer until there’s no space left between us. She lets out a soft moan, a sound that feels like a secret meant only for me.
I nibble on her bottom lip, tugging and claiming, savoring every moment. My fingers wander over her curves, deliberate and slow, until they slide lower, squeezing the firm swell of her backside. She melts into me, her hunger raw and genuine, a hunger that transcends mere physicality. But I can’t help but glance sideways, wanting Dean to witness this. I want him to see what he lost, what he willingly gave up. I want him to understand how utterly happy she makes me, and hopefully, how happy I make her too.
Dean.
He’s watching us, unashamedly, his eyes locked onto the scene before him, not even pretending to look away. Good. He deserves to taste his own medicine. He made her cry with that revolting display back in New Hope, so I hope he’s enjoying the show now.
His hawk-like gaze drinks in every detail—the way my hand grips her possessively, the sound of her sighs, the flush spreading across her skin. He sees her lips swollen from my kiss. He witnesses how she clings to me, and then, finally, his eyes meet mine.
I smile against Savannah’s lips, squeezing her tighter, and I can see his jaw clench so hard that I swear I can hear it crack. The satisfaction I feel is overwhelming. He knows it’s over. He knows she’s never going back to him again.
Savannah finally breaks the kiss, her lips red and glistening. Dean clears his throat, his voice cracking slightly.
“Umm… Sav, we really need to get going now. It might rain soon p>
I press one last, lingering kiss to her mouth, slow and sweet, savoring the dazed look in her eyes. I tuck a stray strand of her hair behind her ear before pulling back. “Be safe, my love. Call me whenever you feel uneasy p>
She nods, her eyes still heavy with desire. “I will.” She hugs me again, her arms wrapping tightly around my waist, her head resting against my chest. “Don’t forget to eat something later p>
I chuckle softly, squeezing her once more. “Run along now, Sav. Before I change my mind and refuse to let you go p>
She grins up at me, but then her expression shifts into mock-seriousness. Leaning up, she whispers, “You better not be meeting with Penny. I’ll find out if you do. I’ll haunt you in your dreams. In broad daylight. Even at work. Everywhere p>
Her playful threat makes me laugh out loud.
She narrows her eyes, blows me a kiss, and finally turns to leave.
This woman will be the death of me.
I stand there, arms crossed, watching as she strides toward the car. She ignores Dean’s every attempt at courtesy—opening the door herself, sliding in without sparing him a glance, buckling herself in with sharp, decisive movements.
Good girl.
The moment her head dips down to focus on her seatbelt, I make my move.
I’m at Dean’s side before he even realizes it, crowding him against the car door. My shadow looms over him, swallowing him whole. “You better keep your fucking hands off my woman. Do you understand p>
He blinks, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously. “Look, I’m not trying to p>
“I don’t care what you’re trying to do,” I cut him off, my voice sharp as a knife. “If you so much as breathe wrong around her, if your voice so much as brushes against her ears in a way I don’t like, I will end you. Do you hear me? I will fucking end you. And don’t think for one second that I won’t be watching p>
I step even closer, my chest nearly brushing against his, my hand fisting his collar. His breath comes out in short, panicked gasps, and I can see his knuckles whiten as he grips his side.
“Roman p>
In the aftermath of the confrontation, a sense of fierce protectiveness swells within Roman, intertwining with the bittersweet ache of separation. As Savannah drives away, he feels the weight of her absence pressing against his heart, a reminder of the vulnerability that comes with love. Yet, amidst the turmoil, there is a flicker of hope igniting in his chest—she is no longer entangled in Dean’s web, and their bond has only deepened through this trial. The kiss they shared, raw and passionate, stands as a testament to their connection, a promise that transcends the chaos surrounding them. Roman knows that he will do whatever it takes to keep her safe, and the fire of his devotion burns brighter than ever.
As he watches Savannah’s car disappear down the street, Roman’s gaze hardens against the uncertainty of the future. The threat posed by Dean lingers like a storm cloud, but Roman is resolute. He will not allow fear to dictate their lives; instead, he channels his energy into a fierce determination to protect what is his. The lingering taste of Savannah’s kiss and the warmth of her embrace serve as both a shield and a motivation. He understands that love is not just about passion; it is about standing firm against the darkness that seeks to encroach upon their happiness. With a final glance at the empty road, Roman takes a deep breath, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead, knowing that together, they can conquer anything.
In the upcoming chapter, tensions are set to escalate as Savannah navigates the precarious waters of her relationship with Dean, all while trying to maintain her newfound connection with Roman. The stakes are higher than ever, and the atmosphere is thick with uncertainty and unspoken threats. Will Dean’s hidden motives come to light, or will he manage to manipulate the situation to his advantage? As Savannah grapples with her feelings, Roman’s protective instincts will be put to the test, leading to a confrontation that could change everything.
Moreover, the emotional undertones of Savannah and Roman’s bond will deepen, revealing layers of vulnerability and strength as they face external pressures. Expect moments of tenderness interwoven with the palpable tension of their precarious situation. Will Savannah’s cleverness and Roman’s fierce determination be enough to shield them from the looming threat? Or will Dean’s presence cast a shadow over their blossoming love, forcing them to confront their fears head-on? As the chapter unfolds, readers will be left on the edge of their seats, eager to see how these complex dynamics play out and what choices the characters will make when pushed to their limits.
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.