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“So until you have a free night, don’t worry about us. And until you have a free night, don’t fret over making one.”

“Fallon…” Her name was a prayer from Savannah’s lips. “I want you tonight. I wanted you in that damn elevator last week. I wanted you to kiss me.”

Fallon hummed, closing her eyes and remembering just what it felt like to be standing that close to Savannah. “I very nearly did.”

“Kiss me?” Savannah squeaked.

Chuckling lightly, Fallon nodded even though Savannah couldn’t see her. “Yes. Kissed you.”

“I wish you had.”

“Next time, Savannah.” Fallon played with the edge of the throw blanket she always kept nearby. The fringe was soft against her fingers. She imagined it was as soft as Savannah’s hair would be sliding through her fingertips. “When do you have a free night?”

“I have no clue.” Savannah sounded frustrated now, not with Fallon but with herself and her own schedule. “Forrest is out of town this week.”

“Pity.” Fallon was so tempted to take this further, to do something she wouldn’t normally do. But the real question was if Savannah would be up for it. “Have you ever had phone sex?”

“What? No, not really.”

“What do you meannot really?” Fallon waited patiently for the answer, wanting the answer. She wanted Savannah to be as open and honest about this part of their relationship as she had been in others.

“Well, Forrest wanted to, so he did. But I was folding laundry while he did it.”

Fallon snorted before she could stop herself. That was absolutely something she would have done if she hadn’t been into whoever she was with. Which was another reasonrelationships weren’t for the best. This way she was only ever with people that she wanted to be with when she wanted to be with them. It was so much easier this way.

“If you’re up for trying again, I am.” Fallon hoped Savannah would. But she’d have to be convinced that this time was different first.

“Not tonight, as much as I’d love to try.” Savannah whimpered. “Brinley’s still awake.”

“Next time then. Text me when you’re ready.”

“Oh, I will. I promise.”

Fallon hung up. For the first time in a long time, this was right. Something she had done, a choice she had made, was for the best. Even if it was only temporary. She wasn’t going to regret this. She couldn’t.

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Fallon:I really hope you like oral, because I want to bury my face between your legs.

Savannah gulped. She hadn’t anticipated the not-safe-for-work content of that text message. Closing out of it as quickly as possible, she glanced around the room to make sure that no one underage had accidentally read it. But why would they? Brinley and everyone else were playing in the backyard.

“What are you blushing about?” Kyla poked.

“Nothing,” Savannah said way too quickly. There was no way she was going to be able to hide this one. Kyla would call her out on it in two seconds flat.

“You should know better than to lie to me.” Kyla plucked Savannah’s phone from her fingers and stared at the text that was somehow still open on the screen.

Savannah’s cheeks were on fire.

“Oh my God.OhmyGod!Savannah!”

“Shut up.” Savannah snatched her phone back and immediately closed the app. Now her entire body was on fire, embarrassment all but consuming her.

“No! I won’t! Are you dating someone?”

“Shh.” Savannah glanced furiously around the room. “I don’t want Brin to know.”

“Are you really?”