From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 132

**TITLE: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**

**Chapter 132**

Roman tilted his head toward the nightstand, his voice casual yet purposeful. “Yeah. It’s right there.”

With a hesitant motion, I stretched out my arm, the other instinctively clutching the sheet to my chest. My body protested even this minor effort, a sharp reminder of the intimacy we shared, a painful echo of his claim on me.

“Can I get a glass of water?” I asked, my fingers fumbling as I punctured the pack to push a pill through the foil, the action feeling both mundane and monumental.

“Sure.” His tone brightened, a lightness creeping into his words. But then, a playful smirk tugged at his lips. “I should remind you though, we didn’t have sex last night. You were too tired.”

I shot him a look, half-amused, half-exasperated. “I know. But we have to be careful. We can’t use condoms, so it’s just down to this.” I held the pill up between us, my voice dropping into a teasing murmur. “Besides, this is the last one. And at the rate you’re going, you’ve gotta get me a fresh supply or you’re definitely going to get me pregnant.”

I expected him to chuckle, to throw back a cocky retort that would lighten the mood. But instead, he froze.

His body became unnaturally still, the kind of stillness that felt heavy, charged with something unspoken. His eyes darkened, brows knitting together as if I had struck a nerve too sensitive to touch.

“Relax,” I said quickly, giving his thigh a playful kick. “I’m not pregnant yet.”

He blinked, as if breaking free from a trance, shaking his head as though he were trying to clear away the weight of a troubling thought. “Forgive me. I just zoned out.”

But the look in his eyes told a different story. It wasn’t mere distraction; it was something deeper, something that made my chest ache with an unfamiliar hurt. “I was just telling you about my contraceptives. I’m on the last pill. We need to get more or—”

“What’s the strongest method?” he interrupted abruptly. “Like… ninety-nine point nine percent guaranteed?”

I forced a smile, pretending the weight in my chest wasn’t pulling me under. “No. I’m too tired. You go ahead.”

He lowered his head, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips, then another, lingering longer this time, as if he were battling an urge to pull me back into the sheets. His lips brushed against mine softly, a whisper of affection. “You look ethereal. Even when your hair’s a mess.”

I managed a smile, clutching the sheet tightly as if it could somehow hold me together, keep me from unraveling.

When he finally stood, I noticed for the first time that he was already dressed in his workout gear, a stark contrast to my disheveled state. His presence loomed large until he reached the door, pausing to glance back at me with that unreadable expression that always left me guessing.

“I’ll see you later, my love.”

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me enveloped in silence. Alone now, I clutched the last pill in my palm, feeling the hollow ache in my chest that no physical soreness could explain.