17
SAVANNA
The crickets were singing and there were stars overhead. The peaceful night should have made me even more gooey and relaxed when we went inside Dante’s house, but I was jumpy.
As if I hadn’t just had a bell ringer of an orgasm.
Think, Savanna. I tried to reason with myself. What is it that makes you so revved up when you’re with him? He just ate you like an ice cream cone and made you purr like a cat.
My God. I’d never been so well tended to by a man.
Maybe that was it.
Tonight, being ferried past politicos, business owners and muckity mucks on Dante’s arm, I imagined myself in the role on a more permanent basis.
Being Dante’s fiancée came so naturally that I forgot we were pretending.
I gave myself a stern talking to, scrubbing the blush from my cheeks and scouring the
