Chapter 87
In Chapter 57 of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” titled “Close Your Eyes,” the protagonist, Savannah, finds herself in a tense yet intimate moment with Roman. As they sit in his car, Savannah grapples with a mix of anxiety and desire, questioning whether their plan to destroy a compromising video will truly work. Roman’s unwavering confidence reassures her, yet the memories of their passionate encounters in the backseat flood her mind, igniting her emotions and physical responses. This juxtaposition of fear and longing creates a charged atmosphere as she tries to navigate her feelings.
As Roman starts the car and prepares to crush the phone, Savannah’s heart races, reflecting her internal conflict. The sound of the tires crunching over the device symbolizes a release from her past, yet she can’t shake the embarrassment and shame associated with the video. Roman’s playful demeanor adds a layer of tension, as his enjoyment of the destruction contrasts with Savannah’s anxiety. This moment highlights their dynamic, blending humor with the gravity of the situation, and Savannah’s exasperation only deepens the connection between them.
After the phone is finally destroyed, Savannah experiences a surge of relief and gratitude, which compels her to launch herself into Roman’s arms. This act of vulnerability signifies a turning point in their relationship, as she acknowledges the support he offers her. Roman’s tender response, combined with his comforting touch, fosters a sense of safety and intimacy. However, the chapter takes a tantalizing turn when Roman hints at revealing something else, prompting Savannah’s curiosity and anticipation.
The chapter concludes with an invitation to explore further intimacy in the backseat, a setting laden with their shared history. Savannah’s mixed emotions of excitement and apprehension set the stage for what is to come, leaving readers eager to see how their relationship will evolve. This blend of past memories and present desires encapsulates the complexity of their bond, emphasizing the themes of redemption and the power of connection.
**Chapter 57: Close Your Eyes p>
“Are you really sure this is going to work?” I asked Roman, my voice coming out softer than I’d intended, almost a whisper.
“Absolutely,” he replied without a hint of doubt, his confidence unwavering.
“Get in,” he commanded, the tone of his voice both firm and resolute, sending a shiver racing down my spine. I complied, sliding into the passenger seat, feeling the cool leather wrap around me like an embrace. He shut the door with a solid thud that echoed in the stillness of the night before walking around to his side.
As I settled in, heat surged to my cheeks, and my gaze inadvertently wandered to the backseat. The rich, supple leather seemed to beckon me, pulling my mind back to that unforgettable night. I could almost feel the ghost of his hands gripping my hips, his breath hot against my skin as I pressed against the glass, fogging it with my heated breaths while I cried out his name. My thighs instinctively clenched together, my body recalling each thrust, every sinful sound that had reverberated in this very car.
I knew I shouldn’t have looked at him in that moment, but I couldn’t help myself. Roman sat there with such casual ease, one hand confidently gripping the steering wheel while the other rested lazily against his thigh. Damn him. The memory of me straddling that same thigh, grinding down against him as his smug grin watched me unravel, nearly made me squirm in my seat. My body betrayed me, my nipples hardening at the thought of how his mouth had claimed them over and over again that night.
My fingers twitched restlessly at my side, aching with the memory of pressing against the glass as he took me from behind. Oh dear God, the recollection sent a thrill through me.
And Roman? That little smirk tugging at his lips told me everything I needed to know—he remembered it all too well.
“You are one naughty girl, Savannah,” he murmured, his chuckle low and deep, sending a rush of heat down my spine.
I caught my breath, heat pooling in my stomach. Turning sharply toward the window, I pretended to study my reflection, but all I could see was the imprint of my own hand from that night—a mark of our reckless abandon. “Shut up,” I muttered, though my body was already betraying me, thrumming with desire.
Desperate to steer the conversation away from our shared memories, I forced myself to change the subject. “Are you really sure it’s going to be completely destroyed and irretrievable p>
Just thinking about that awful video made my stomach twist in knots. After we had deleted it, I had insisted on obliteration—no chance of it ever resurfacing. And so here we were, sitting in his car, the phone lying there like a lifeless thing on the driveway, Roman promising to finish the job.
“Of course,” he replied smoothly, his voice steady as he started the car. “Just watch this p>
The engine roared to life beneath me, vibrating through the car and sending my mind spiraling back to Roman’s growls in my ear, the sound that had made me lose control. I shook my head quickly, trying to clear my thoughts. He shifted the car into reverse. A loud crunch echoed as the tires rolled over the phone, and my heart leapt in my chest.
Then he moved forward, the tires grinding the device into the asphalt as if it had personally offended him.
“Alright, I think it’s destroyed now,” I said, watching intently through the windshield, my heart racing.
But Roman, with his trademark mischief, drawled, “Just one more time to be sure.” He rolled back again with exaggerated flair.
I groaned, dragging my hands down my face in exasperation. “Why do I get the feeling you’re enjoying this a little too much p>
He chuckled, killing the engine with a satisfied grin. “C’mon. Let’s go take a look p>
We stepped out of the car, and I was met with the sight of what was once a phone. Now, it was just a mangled heap of glass shards and twisted metal. “It’s destroyed now,” he said, his voice softer, almost tender. “So you don’t have to worry anymore p>
I stared at the crushed remains, a mix of emotions clogging my throat—relief, gratitude, the lingering shame of that video, and a flicker of embarrassment that he had to do this for me. But before I could dwell on it too long, I spun around and launched myself into his arms. He caught me effortlessly, his embrace grounding me in the safety of his chest.
“Thank you,” I whispered, my cheek pressed against him, feeling the warmth radiate from his body.
“You’re welcome,” he replied, his palm smoothing slow, comforting circles over my back, a soothing rhythm that calmed my racing heart. Then, with a conspiratorial tone, he added, “I’ve got one more thing to show you p>
I pulled back, blinking up at him, curiosity piqued. “What’s that p>
His smile shifted into something dangerously enticing, the kind of smile that always made my heart stutter. He inclined his head toward the car. “Get in the backseat, and you’ll find out p>
My pulse quickened, my core tightening with anticipation. Just the thought of those words, combined with all the memories tied to that backseat, nearly unraveled me. I bit my lip, feeling a rush of heat flood my belly. “Roman p>
“Don’t you want to find out?” he asked, his smirk widening, and I knew in that moment that whatever awaited me would be unforgettable.
As the remnants of the shattered phone lay scattered on the asphalt, a weight lifted from Savannah’s shoulders, replaced by a heady mix of relief and desire. The act of destruction had not only obliterated a piece of her past but had also forged a deeper connection with Roman, a bond woven through shared memories and unspoken promises. In the warmth of his embrace, she felt the shame and embarrassment of the video dissipate, replaced by gratitude and a budding excitement for what lay ahead. The night air crackled with possibility, and the thrill of their uncharted territory sent shivers down her spine, igniting a spark that had long been dormant.
Roman’s playful challenge to venture into the backseat hinted at a future filled with passion and adventure, a tantalizing promise that beckoned her to explore the depths of their chemistry. With each heartbeat, Savannah felt the walls she had built around her heart begin to crumble, replaced by an exhilarating sense of freedom and trust. She was ready to embrace whatever came next, knowing that with Roman by her side, even the most broken pieces of her past could be transformed into something beautiful. As she stepped towards the car, anticipation coursed through her veins, and she realized that this moment—this leap into the unknown—was just the beginning of a new chapter in their story, one where dreams and desires intertwined, folding seamlessly into the fabric of time.
**What to Expect in Next Chapter p>
In the next chapter of *Dreams Folding Into Broken Time*, the tension between Savannah and Roman is set to escalate in ways that will leave readers breathless. With the weight of their shared past hanging heavily in the air, Savannah’s heart races as she contemplates the implications of Roman’s invitation to the backseat. Will they succumb to the magnetic pull of their desires, or will the shadows of their past threaten to overshadow this moment of intimacy? As they navigate the thin line between pleasure and vulnerability, readers can expect to be drawn deeper into their emotional landscape, where every touch and whispered word carries the weight of unspoken fears and unfulfilled longings.
Moreover, the chapter promises to delve into the consequences of their actions, particularly regarding the video that haunted Savannah. With the physical evidence destroyed, will they finally be able to move past the shame and reclaim their connection? Or will the ghosts of their past continue to loom large, complicating their budding romance? As they explore the depths of their passion, the stakes will rise, and the revelations that unfold will challenge both characters to confront their fears and desires head-on. Expect unexpected twists that will keep you on the edge of your seat, as secrets are revealed and boundaries are pushed, leaving readers eager to discover what lies ahead for Savannah and Roman.
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.