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Savannah deftly punches in a code unlocking the door. My arm snakes around her waist before she can step one foot inside.
“No alarm?”
“Out here? Who is going to come save me? You have to save yourself.”
My eyes narrowed as I stared down at her. She’s tougher than I realized. The MC life has already touched her in some way. I felt it.
“You don’t leave any lights on?”
“Why, when I’m not afraid of the dark?”
“Sweet set up.” Tank plunked down on the couch, using the remote to turn on her fifty inch smart tv. “Babe grab us some drinks.”
“Did I invite you to stay?” Savannah cocked a hip.
Turning away from her pissed off face, I kneel at the fireplace adding kindling and striking a match. In minutes a fire is blazing.
“Get out of my house.”
“I’m tired. The drive back to my pledge house feels so far. Besides, you owe me.”
“I do? For what?”
“You know what, princess.”
“Stop calling me that. It’s annoying as fuck.”
I sink on the oversized club chair, stretching my long legs out in front. “Babe, grab me an ice water and some snacks.”
Her face turns redder than the flames. “I’m not your bitch, Northport. Get the fuck out of my house.”
“What? You don’t like Babe, either?” I stretch my arms wide as I yawn. “Make me pancakes in the morning.”
“I just ordered a movie…” Tank informs her as he hit purchase on a new release.
“Fuck. Me.” Savannah stomps into her adjoining kitchen as Tank starts kissing his girl again.
Ignoring them, I decide to follow Sass. The tips of her nails tap on the counter. She shuts her eyes, breathes deeply while counting to ten.
“Is it working?”
“Nope.”
Opening her fridge, I help myself to a bottled water. I cross my ankles, leaning against her counter, continuing to watch her attempts to calm down.
“Let’s watch the movie.” Opening a cupboard, I rummage in search of snacks.
“I’m going to bed. You and that circus out there are leaving.”
“That circus? The one you introduced me to? That’s all on you, sweetheart.”
“Just get out of my house.” Her palms land on my pecs, shoving me.
Placing my water down, I snatch her wrists, wrapping her hands around my neck.
“That’s better.” Before she can process what the fuck is going on, my lips land on hers.
Big fucking mistake.