Forever Mine (Roommate Duet 0.5)(13)

She flashes a smile in return, which I fucking love. Savannah has a gorgeous smile, and I could look at every single day of my life.

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before, Hayden.” She shrugs.

Purposely, I gaze down her face, between her breasts, and all the way down her legs. “I don’t know about that, Sav. I don’t think you had curves like this in high school. I’m not the only one who’s changed,” I tell her, smirking.

“Stop gawking,” she taunts, slapping a hand on my chest. I catch it and hold her there, needing to feel the contact. There’s so much I don’t know about Savannah anymore, and every part of me wants to tear down her walls and escape in her soul again.

“I was admiring,” I finally say. “Couldn’t help myself.”

“Then you better undress me.”

Fucking hell.

Drunk Sav is testing my willpower, and right now it’s about to snap.

“Turn around,” I demand. Her hand falls from my chest, and she does as I say. I brush her hair over one shoulder, letting my fingers graze along her soft skin as I make my way to the zipper of her dress. It goes down the length of her back, and I lower it slowly. One of my hands slides down her spine, and she shudders beneath my touch. Once it’s completely unzipped, I bring my hands to her shoulders and push the fabric down her arms.

The dress falls into a pool at her feet, and the moment Savannah turns around to face me, my heart pounds rapidly and lodges into my throat. She’s wearing a strapless bra that hides nothing. One small flick of the cup would expose her nipple.

I swallow hard, reminding myself she’s drunk and to be a gentleman. But then my eyes slide down and take in the lacy panties, and I’m two seconds away from falling to my knees to worship the sweetness between her legs.

“Hayden,” she says my name with a whisper, and I almost don’t hear it.

Blinking, I force my eyes to hers and see the lust in them. Knowing she’s not staying past the weekend and that we never had closure, making a move right now would be the dumbest thing to do.

Though I’ve been known to do dumber shit.

“We should get you to bed so you can sleep off the alcohol,” I say, the words forced and feeling wrong. What I want to say has nothing to do with sleeping.

“Right, but, um…” She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and bites it.

Goddamn, why is she doing this to me?

Fuck it.

“Say it, Sav,” I demand, my chest rising and falling faster as I exhale short breaths.

“Kiss m—”

My lips are glued to hers in less than two seconds. I cup her cheeks and pull us together until our bodies mold as one. She wraps her hands around my neck and holds on tight. I devour her lips as if they’re the last thing I’ll ever taste. Her chest presses against mine, and I slide a hand down to cup her breast. Savannah releases a long, deep moan, and my cock nearly busts out of my slacks.

Everything about this moment is surreal. She tastes like fruity alcohol, and when she pulls back slightly, the sounds of her pants remind me how drunk she is.

“Sav…”

“I missed you, Hayden. Your kisses. The way you smell. You still wear the same cologne.” She giggles. “I want to bury my face in you and inhale you all night.”

Her admission has me laughing and wishing things were different right now. We can’t reunite and immediately jump into bed together as much as my dick and I want to.

“You’ve been drinking, sweetheart. As much as I want this—you—we can’t, okay? Not when you’re drunk,” I tell her as sincerely as possible. My dick is screaming at me, and I’m already anticipating needing to take care of myself in the shower tomorrow. Or hell, tonight.

Savannah looks at me intently, not saying anything, and now I’m worried I’ve hurt her feelings—or worse. I move to touch her arm, and she holds up a finger, stopping me.

Before I can say another word, she’s covering her mouth and running toward the bathroom.

Fuck.

I follow behind her, but she waves me away. Seconds later, I hear her emptying her stomach and dry heaving. Shit.

“Sav?” I call out, feeling helpless.

“I’m fine. Just don’t come in here.”

I hold back a chuckle, but respect her space. I’m sure this is the last thing she wants me to witness.

A few minutes pass before she comes out and uses the mouthwash on the sink counter. I take the opportunity to get a washcloth and rinse it under cold water. After handing it to her, I assess her and make sure she’s okay.

“Feel better?” I raise my brows, worried.

“If by better, you mean humiliated, then no.”

I chuckle lightly and take her hand. “C’mon. Bedtime.”

“Okay as soon as the room stops spinning.” She blinks a few times, and after I finally get her into bed, I cover her up and put a trashcan next to her.

“Just in case,” I reassure her.

“Thanks.” She groans, then laughs.

I pull the covers up before sitting down next to her. Unable to resist touching her, I rub a finger along her cheek and watch as her eyes flicker closed.

“Mm…that feels nice,” she hums. I rub along her forehead and other cheek. She’s already starting to fall asleep, which gives me some relief. “I’m sorry…” she mutters.