CHRIS
“What are you doing here?”Sav asked as she rounded her car. Relief spread through me for multiple reasons, including that she was home early, alone.
Her outfit, makeup, and hair were still intact. It didn’t look like anything had happened with Lucas.
She stopped at the bottom of her two-stairs porch and waited for a response. I couldn’t read her expression, but she was definitely guarded. That was my fault.
I cleared my throat. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m sorry for many things, including being confusing and indirect with you about my feelings.”
The porch light shone on her face, and I saw her beautiful expression shift from apprehension to confusion.
“Okay,” she said hesitantly and took a step forward, climbing the short steps to her porch. Even under the harsh, unflattering porc
