From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 503

Chapter 503

Chapter 285: Why The Rush?

Savannah

I lay awake long after Roman surrendered to sleep.

My fingers moved slowly through his hair, gently massaging his scalp

the way he seemed to like. Each soft stroke earned me a deeper

exhale from him, his body relaxing further against mine.

His arms were wrapped securely around my waist, his head resting

heavily on my chest like he needed the reassurance of my heartbeat

to stay anchored.

I couldn’t sleep. Not even close. So much was going on up there.

My mind was too full, too loud, too tangled with fear and hope and a

hundred thoughts that refused to settle into anything orderly. But

despite the storm inside me, I was grateful for one simple thing.

Roman was sleeping.

Real sleep. Not the induced, painful one he’d been in for the last two

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weeks. This was deep, unguarded rest. The kind of sleep a body claims when it finally believes it’s safe–even if only for a moment.

We had agreed to get married in three days.

The decision had come quickly, almost breathlessly, as though

delaying it would somehow tempt fate. A lawyer would arrive with the

documents. The ceremony would be small. Quiet. Private.

Roman had suggested the garden near the roses. I had suggested our

bedroom. We still hadn’t decided on a venue.

If it were entirely up to me, we would do it here in our bedroom. No

witnesses except the people we trusted. No audience. No watchful

eyes. No Reginald.

The thought of that man observing us–analyzing, calculating,

waiting–made something cold curl in my stomach.

Roman shifted in his sleep, a low groan escaping him as he burrowed

closer, pressing his face more firmly against my chest. His hold

around my waist tightened as though even in unconsciousness he

refused to let distance exist between us.

I brushed the back of my hand over his forehead and relief softened

my shoulders.

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No fever.

My gaze drifted to the bedroom door. Then back to Roman. I needed

to speak to Reese. The need pressed at me insistently, like a thought

that refused to be silenced.

But leaving Roman… I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.

Even asleep, even safe in this room, I struggled with the idea of

stepping away from him. Not in this house. Not with everything that

had happened. Not with Reginald moving through these halls like a

shadow that never fully retreated.

What should I do?

Carefully, I reached toward the nightstand and retrieved my phone. I

angled the screen away from Roman’s face and typed.

Me: Hey, you asleep?

The reply came quickly.

Reese: Not at the moment. What’s up?

Me: I need to talk to you.

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It took a moment for the next response to arrive.

Reese: Is anything wrong? Did something happen?

My thumb hovered before responding.

Me: It’s a lot.

Reese: Do I come over? Or…?

I glanced down at Roman again. His breathing remained slow, steady.

His lashes rested against his cheeks, peaceful in a way I rarely saw.

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Me: I don’t know. I don’t want to leave Roman alone. But I also don’t

want him to hear what we’re going to discuss. Yet.

Reese: He’s asleep?

Me: Yes.

The typing indicator appeared… vanished… appeared again. Before the next message arrived, a quiet knock sounded at the door.

My phone vibrated.

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Reese: River is at the door. She was with me. She’ll stay with him until

you get back.

My pulse quickened.

Me: But what if he wakes up while I’m gone?

A moment passed.

Reese: LOL. Then we deal with it.

I swallowed, then slowly eased Roman’s head from my chest. He

stirred. My entire body went still. But he only shifted, murmured

something unintelligible, and settled again.

I wonder if that doctor had mixed in sleeping pills with his dosage to

make him sleep so well.

Nevertheless, I replaced the warmth of my body with a pillow, tucking

it carefully against him so the absence wouldn’t be abrupt. Slipping

from the bed, I grabbed a robe and tied it tightly around myself

before moving to the door.

River stood outside in dark blue pajamas, her expression gentle and

alert.

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“Thank you,” I whispered, stepping aside.

She smiled softly and entered. “Not a problem.”

I paused just outside, glancing back once more at Roman. He hadn’t

moved. “Let me know if he wakes up,” I murmured. “He might be… in

a mood.”

Her smile widened slightly in understanding, and she nodded.

I closed the door quietly behind me and moved quickly through the

corridor. My steps were light but purposeful, my eyes scanning

instinctively for movement, for shadows, for anyone who might be

watching.

Reese’s room wasn’t far. I reached his door and lifted my hand to

knock but before my knuckles touched the wood, the door opened.

Reese stood there in a white shirt and grey sweatpants, as though

he’d been waiting. “Come in,” he said quietly.

I stepped inside. He shut the door behind me.

“How did you know I was there?” I asked, sitting on the edge of the

bed.

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He pointed toward the floor. “Saw your feet under the door.”

“Oh.”

Silence stretched for a moment before he spoke again.

“What’s wrong?”

I took a breath. “Roman and I are getting married in three days.”

His brows lifted sharply. “Wow. That’s… sudden.”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Why the rush?”