Chapter 51: She Was Wild
Roman
I kept my hand on Savannah’s back as we slipped out of our little rendezvous, her perfume a faint trail in the cool night air. The warmth of her body still lingered against my palm, but the further we walked from the shadows, the more reality pressed in.
She was still talking, voice airy and teasing. “I always knew I’d strike gold before thirty.” She giggled like a teenager. “I met a fortune teller online, many years ago. She ripped me off of twenty dollars but she did say that I was meant for bigger things. I'm certain that this is it, Roman.” She was one second away from jumping up and down.
I let out a low laugh. “You’re the only woman I know who admits that without blinking.”
“I hate pretense. It's immature.” She added. “I'm not conceited, so if yo
