Chapter 489
Chapter 489
Chapter 278: Hand Them Over
Roman
I didn’t know whether to call it a curse or some sick cosmic joke.
Every woman I had ever loved–every woman I had stood beside at an
altar, sworn myself to, imagined a future with–always ended up
having a soft spot for Reese.
First, her: Now Sav.
Fantastic. Absolutely fucking fantastic.
Reese Blackwood: bad boy, faulty moral compass, the brother who
was loyal to everyone without question. The one women gravitated
toward. The one women defended without hesitation. As if he needed
I was still standing far too close to Savannah, crowding her space
deliberately, using my height the way I always did when I wanted to
remind someone exactly who they were dealing with. Her back
brushed the wall, and I could feel the tension radiating off her in
waves p>
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“Go on, Sav,” I said quietly. “Tell me p>
She blinked up at me, clearly flustered, then took a step back–only to
realize there was nowhere left to go. The wall stopped her cold.
“Tell you what?” she asked.
I leaned in, just enough for her to feel it. “What you’re going to do if I
don’t apologize to my brother p>
Her breath hitched. I noticed everything. Always had. I moved closer,
slowly and intentionally, until there was barely an inch of space
between us. Her eyes dropped to my chest instead of meeting my
gaze, and despite myself, amusement flickered through me.
How freaking adorable.
She looked around like she was searching for the right words,
frustration knitting her brows together.
Then–unexpectedly–she slapped my arm. Not hard. Not aggressive.
But enough to snap my attention back to her.
“Stop it,” she said. “Stop messing with my head. And stop trying to
intimidate me with your height. That’s bullying, Roman p>
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Bullying. The word caught me off guard.
I laughed before I could stop myself. “Bullying?” I repeated. “That’s a
new one p>
She sighed, clearly exasperated. Her cheeks were flushed now,
whether from anger or proximity, I wasn’t sure. Probably both.
“I’m serious,” she said. “Reese is a good person. He doesn’t deserve to
be treated this way by p>
“Fine,” I cut in sharply. The word came out faster than I intended.
Too fast.
I didn’t want to hear another word about him. Not in our bedroom.
Not from her lips. It irritated me more than it should have, this easy
way she spoke about him, defended him, as if his place in her life was
already secure.
“You win,” I added, quieter. “I’ll apologize to him. Whatever makes
you happy p>
Her eyes widened slightly. “You will p>
“And stop talking about him,” I muttered. “It irritates me when you
speak so freely about other men p>
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She rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at her lips. “He’s your
brother p>
“Never stopped anybody,” I replied.
Before she could respond, I pressed a kiss to her forehead–gentle,
instinctive, grounding. Her breath caught sharply. Her hands came up
immediately, resting against my chest. Not pushing me away. Not
pulling me closer either.
“Roman p>
“I know,” I murmured, cutting her off as I dipped my head, breathing
her in.
God. She smelled like warmth. Like safety. Like something I hadn’t realized I’d been starving for until I nearly died without it.
I brushed my lips along her temple, then down the side of her face, lingering at her neck. I kissed her there, slow and unhurried, letting
myself feel her reaction.
She startled. “Roman,” she said quickly, tension creeping into her voice. “We shouldn’t. Your wounds p>
“1. Know.” I snapped, sharper this time. “Stop moving p>
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She went still instantly, sensing the shift. I hated that I’d done that-
hated the way her body reacted to my tone. I took a breath, forcing
myself to slow down, pressing my forehead lightly against hers.
I inhaled deeply, steadying myself. Being this close to her felt like oxygen after drowning. Like something inside me had finally
remembered how to breathe.
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