Chapter 7: This Position’s Goated, Love.
“Are we still talking about the room, Sav?” Chloe smirked.
Nobody spoke. It was as if they didn't want to offend the star child.
Dad cleared his throat. “Savannah, making minor adjustments for your younger sister so she can have a great event shouldn't be a reason to drag up old memories.”
“You can take mine if you want.” Alyssa offered.
Roman stepped forward and placed his hand on mine.
“Now we have more reasons to cuddle, love.” He joked.
His statement deflated the tension like a safety pin to an inflated balloon.
Dad said something about him being surprisingly decent.
“Don’t get mad, Sav,” Chloe added with mock sweetness. “You know the floor gets hostile when you're angry. Dean and I promise not to break your bed.”
That jab land
