“And this one?” Savannah asked as she stepped out of the changing room in an emerald green cocktail dress that went to her knee. “That’s the one.” I said and stood up from the seat to give her a little twirl. She laughed and I couldn’t help but notice the pull at my heart. The guilt still clouded me and prevented me from sleeping at night. It was my fault that she was taken because being involved with her came with all the risks. I still needed to talk to her and ask her what we were doing but I was scared of what she might say, playing the distant guy would make her leave and I didn’t want that.
Right now, I would enjoy her company until the topic stirred up out of its own. “Can we get some shoes to go with the dress?” I asked the sales woman who smiled, nodded and went to the shoe depa
