From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 89

**Chapter 58: Can I Have Him?**

“Oh my God…” The words slipped from my lips, barely a whisper, as I felt my heart race in my chest. I stumbled back a step, my mind struggling to process what lay before me. “Oh my netual God. No way. No freaking way!”

Before me, in the garage, stood a car that seemed to have captured a piece of the sun itself, its sleek body gleaming with an otherworldly brilliance. The Aston Martin Vantage was not just a car; it was a masterpiece of engineering and design. The vibrant yellow paint shimmered, reflecting the light in a way that made it look like liquid gold, and my chest tightened with a mix of disbelief and exhilaration. I could hardly remember how to breathe.

Roman leaned casually against the hood, his arms crossed over his chest, a confident smirk playing on his lips that felt like a blade slicing through my astonishment. “I take it you like it?” he asked, his tone casual, as if discussing the weather rather than dropping a life-altering surprise.

“Like it?” My voice cracked, caught between a squeal of delight and a sob of disbelief. I instinctively slapped a hand over my mouth to stifle my emotions. “Roman… no. No, you didn’t just ask me that.”

“I did.” He shrugged, a nonchalant gesture that belied the enormity of what he had just done. It felt as if he had casually dropped a nuclear bomb into the mundane reality of my life.

“Of course I love it! You bought me—” My words faltered as I spun around, gripping my hair in disbelief. “You bought me a freaking Aston Martin Vantage!”

His brow arched, a playful glint in his eye. “In Yellow. Your favorite color.”

Tears threatened to spill from my eyes, and I couldn’t hold them back. “I was joking last night! Roman, I—” My laughter came out strangled, a mix of joy and disbelief. I darted forward, pressing my palms flat against the warm hood of the car. It felt solid beneath my touch, grounding me in the reality of this moment. I almost screamed when I noticed the details.

“You…” I choked out, pointing at the tires in utter disbelief. “You even put my name on it!”

Etched boldly into the black rubber were the letters: Savmanah.

With trembling hands, I opened the door, and my heart raced even faster. The name wasn’t just on the tires; it adorned the seats and even the dashboard.

A scream erupted from my lips, so loud it startled the birds from the nearby trees. I spun back toward him, my excitement bubbling over like a fizzy drink. “You’re unbelievable!”

Before I knew it, I had jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist, feeling the warmth and strength of him against me.

The fob slipped from my hand, hitting the ground with a clatter, forgotten as his hands tightened around my waist, pulling me closer. The hard line of his body pressed into mine, and a moan escaped my lips before I could stifle it.

With a solid thud, Roman set me down on the hood of the car. The heat of the metal seeped through my shorts, grounding me while everything else around us spun in a blur of excitement and passion.

His weight pressed forward, caging me in, and I clawed at his shirt, pulling him closer until the kiss grew frantic. Our teeth clashed, and neither of us cared; the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of us in this electric moment. His fingers slid under my top, igniting a trail of fire along my skin.

“God,” he growled, his lips trailing down my throat, finding my pulse and biting lightly. “You smell so good.”

My head fell back, nails digging into his shoulders as his hand cupped my breast. Even through the thin fabric, his touch sent jolts of electricity through me, and I instinctively jerked my hips against him. He chuckled darkly, grinding his body into mine with a deliberate, teasing cruelty.

“That’s it,” he murmured against my lips, his voice a seductive whisper filled with smoke and sin. “That’s how I want you to drive it. Desperate. Hungry. Like you can’t stop yourself.”

A strangled moan escaped me, and the world tilted, narrowing until all I could focus on was him—his heat, his weight, his mouth consuming mine. In that moment, nothing else existed but the two of us, lost in a sea of passion and desire.