Chapter 38
Savannah
"Eyes up here, Savannah," he said softly. My cheeks heated up when I felt his fingers cupping my jaw. I met his gray eyes when he tilted my head gently.
"U-Uhm," I had to clear my throat. His hotness and handsomeness were distracting; I forgot I was holding pictures.
"What do these mean?" I asked, pointing to the corner of the picture with his handwriting.
He hummed and sat beside me. The heat of his body radiated on me like a furnace. I melted against him.
"This one," he pointed to the first picture I was holding. I turned to look at him. "Love of my life," he murmured as he looked me in the eye.
My heart skipped a beat.
"The other one means; I like it when my goddess smiles," he said huskily.
I pressed my lips together to stop myself from smiling, but it didn
