From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 497

From Best Friend To Fiancé

Chapter 497

Chapter 282: 1 Live For You

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It felt like time had folded in on itself. We were just… there. Standing in the bathroom, steam drifting around us. She was close enough that I could see every tiny shift in her expression–the softness in her eyes, the quiet awareness, the warmth that never seemed to fade when she looked at me.

I could have stood there forever.

And somehow, the strangest thought rose to the surface before I could stop it. And I ended up blurting out what was on my mind.

“I wish you’d met my mom.” The words slipped out raw and unfiltered as lifted my hand and cupped her cheek.

For a heartbeat, she looked surprised. Then she leaned into my palm like the touch was something she’d been waiting for.

“Me too,” she whispered.

My thumb brushed beneath her eye, tracing warmth instead of tears this time.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Savannah,” I said quietly. “I’ll never get tired of saying that.”

Her smile came slowly–soft, almost shy. It transformed her entire face. “I didn’t used to hear that a lot,” she admitted, gaze dropping for a moment. “Not like this. I’m… still getting used to it.”

She glanced up again, something vulnerable flickering there. “But it makes me feel good. I love hearing you say it.”

My expression hardened without meaning to. “Then everyone else was blind.”

She hesitated.

“The only one who used to say I was pretty…” Her voice thinned slightly. “Was Kingston.”

The name struck like a spark to dry fuel.

Anger surged through me instantly. Sharp, violent and uncontrollable anger. Even dead, he managed to provoke rage so intense it tasted metallic at the back of my throat.

That monster had looked at her and seen possession. Violation. Cruelty disguised as attention.

My jaw clenched. “That bastard,” I muttered.

Before the anger could build further, she moved. Her arms slid around my neck, drawing me down into a gentle kiss. It wasn’t desperate. It

wasn’t heated.

It was slow and grounding.

When she pulled back, she smiled brightly. “He can’t touch me anymore,” she said softly. “No

when you’re here.”

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The tension in my cheat lampened met slightly.

Much right,” I manmured “Nothing gets near you again.

the stadied me to a moment then a small laugh escaped her, “I love you

The words landed somewhere deep and permanent.

I didn’t hesitate. “I live for you.”

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Something shifted in her eyes–warmth turning to fire. Her lips found mit again, but this time the kiss carried weight. Polier Claim Desire sharpened by everything we had almost lost.

I held her closet, one hand settling at her waist, the other still cradling her face as the world outside us disappeared completely

She pulled back only long enough to lift her blouse over her head. The motion was unhurried.

My breath stalled.

She met my gaze with playful steadiness as she stepped out of the rest of her clothes, piece by piece, never once breaking eye contact.

“Change of mind?” I asked, voice lower than before.

She shook her head, lips curving faintly. “No,” she murmured. “But we can improvise.”

My attention remained locked on her, the sight of her naked body stealing every coherent thought I had left.

“Improvise,” I repeated quietly. “I’m listening.”

She stepped closer until there was barely space between us. “You’re supposed to be healing,” she said gently.

Her fingers brushed along my chest, slow and deliberate, as though reminding both of us of restraint that neither of us truly wanted.

Then she rose on her toes and pressed a kiss to my lips. Another followed at my jaw. Then my neck.

Each touch was unhurried. Measured. Almost like a promise instead of an act.

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