When I walk back out, I see he hasn’t moved from the couch, and when I walk around the couch, I see that he’s sleeping. I grab the cover that I was wrapped up in before and place it over him. He stirs for just a minute, and when I turn to walk away, he grabs my hand and pulls me down to him. His eyes never open, but he puts his arm around me and pulls me to him. My head falls on his shoulder, and he kisses the side of my head. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles. My eyes fly to his, and he wraps his other arm around me. He mumbles something else, and then he falls back asleep. I put my arm around his stomach, and my eyes slowly close.
Chapter Five
Beau
Something tickles my face, and I reach out and brush it away, but then I feel a heaviness on me, so I slowly open my eyes. I’m on my back on a couch, and when I look down, all I see is brown hair. Savannah’s sprawled over me, and my cock is happy about this. She moans, and when I look down, she hitches her leg up around my hips. I swear my cock is going to break down the zipper to get at her. Closing my eyes, I try to think about anything but her, but when she moans and then stretches, I almost toss her off me and jump up. We’ve fallen asleep on the couch together before, but I’ve never woken up with her in my arms.
“Morning,” she mumbles. I look down at her, and she’s blinking her eyes open and then closing them again. Yesterday was a day I would love to forget. Apart from the time I thought she slept with my best friend, this was the worst day of my life.
“Morning,” I mumble. I wait for her to get up and take her hand off my waist. I also hold my breath, waiting for her to drag her leg off my hip. I’m hoping when she does that, she doesn’t feel my cock.
“Are you stiff?” she asks, and I look down at her, my palms suddenly super sweaty. Her head moves from my chest as she looks up at me. “Is your neck sore from sleeping with no pillow?”
“Oh.” I let out a sigh of relief that she isn’t asking about my other stiff member. “No, it’s fine.”
When she gets up off me, her legs gently brush my cock, and my eyes fly to hers to see if she felt it. I start to come up with excuses in my head, but what excuse could I come up with?
“I’ll make coffee,” she mumbles, and I lie on the couch, watching her perfect ass walk away. I put my hand over my head and stare up at the ceiling that I helped paint last year. I then turn my head and see her standing in the kitchen just off the family room. She opens the cabinets and takes down two mugs, and I have to smile. Last year when we took Ethan to Disney, she bought me the Beast mug from Beauty and the Beast. I kept forgetting to grab it, so it’s been here ever since. Every time she makes me coffee, it’s in that mug. I sit up on the couch and rub my hands over my face and stand. My body screams as my muscles feel tight. Fuck, I guess sleeping on this couch did leave me stiff, and I groan.
“Did you want to take a shower?” she asks over her shoulder.
“Yeah,” I say, walking to the kitchen, and the smell of fresh coffee fills the air.
“I still have your clothes from last time,” she says, going to the fridge and getting her hazelnut creamer. “They are in my closet.”
The last time I came over, it was right after one of my meetings, I was dressed in a suit and Ethan wanted to go to the park. Luckily, I had my gym bag in the car, so I changed and left my clothes here by accident. “I washed and ironed them.” She hands me the cup of coffee, and I sit down at the island. She stands on the other side and holds her own cup of coffee in her hand, taking a sip and then putting it down. She grabs her hair and ties it on top of her head, leaving her tanned neck open, and I know exactly where I would want to kiss her. “What time is your meeting?”
“Ten,” I say. “But I’ll get there when I get there. They can both fuck off.”
“Um.” She looks down, and I see that she is blinking fast, which means she is about to cry. I can’t take her crying anymore. She’s cried enough to last two lifetimes; it’s time for her to smile. “I don’t want to get in the middle.”
“Savannah,” I say her name, but she doesn’t look up at me. “Look at me, sweetheart.” Her head slowly comes up, and I see the same look she had last night. The turmoil, the hurt, the pain, all of the stress on her shoulders. “You did nothing wrong.”
“I can’t do it.” She blinks and then swallows slowly. “I can’t regret it. Ethan, he’s …”
“He’s the best kid there is, and he’s got the best father,” I say, and she just nods. I get up, grabbing my coffee. “I’m going to head to the shower.”
“Okay,” she whispers. “I bought you new shower stuff.” Say what you want about her, but she has to have the biggest heart, and she takes care of the people she cares about. We’ve been best friends forever, and in the past seven years, we’ve gotten even closer. I’ve been around for the colic and the teething. I’ve spent more nights on her couch than I can count, and we’ve eaten dinner together most nights of the week.
Walking down the hall to the door right next to Ethan’s bedroom, I enter the bathroom and close the door behind me. I spend extra time in the shower, letting the hot water run down my neck, and when I get out, I grab a towel and then wrap it around my waist. As I open the door, I hold the towel at the side to make sure it doesn’t slip down. I smell bacon as soon as I head to the kitchen, and when she sees me, her mouth falls open. “I forgot to grab my clothes.” Walking to her room, I go into her small walk-in closet and spot the white button-down shirt hanging over the pair of blue pants right away. I walk back into the bathroom, then slip on my boxers and finish getting dressed.
When I walk back out, she’s sitting at the island eating, and a plate is right next to her with food piled on it for me. “You didn’t have to make breakfast,” I say, sitting down next to her, and she looks over.
“I figured you would need your strength.” She tries to joke, but it comes out with a sob, and I take her in my arms.
“Why are you crying?” I ask her as she lays her head on my shoulder.
“I don’t want to lose you,” she says so softly that if she wasn’t whispering in my ear, I wouldn’t have heard her.
“You won’t lose me,” I say. I don’t add that she’ll never lose me. You won’t ever lose me because I love you right down to the depth of my soul. She pulls away from me and gets off her stool.
“You should eat.” She grabs her still full plate and walks to the sink, throwing it out. “I’m going to get in the shower.” I want to go after her, but how do I do that without telling her how I feel? I get up and grab my phone from the coffee table. I send Jacob a text.
Me: Family meeting at the mayor’s office.
He answers right away.
Jacob: Do you need backup?
Me: Not sure, but you’ll be the first one I call.
Jacob: I’ll be here.
When she comes out of the bathroom wearing her jean shorts and a white tank top, I’m just putting my dish in the dishwasher. “Can I borrow your car?” I ask. “I can come back after so you can go to work.”