Page 107 of Need You To Choose Me

Move in with them? Where did he get that idea?

I glance over my shoulder at Blake who doesn’t seem the least bit fazed by the question.

Levi runs toward us and jumps on the bed. “That way, I can be with my baby brother or sisterallthe time.”

“Levi, why don’t you go downstairs, and we’ll join you in a few so we can make breakfast?”

Levi lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Fine. But it’s a good idea!” He jumps to his feet and dashes away, yelling loudly, “Hurry up, I’mstarving.”

My mouth is still open as I stare at the door, trying to wrap my head around what just happened.

Groaning, Blake falls on the mattress behind me. “Fuck, this kid will be the death of me.”

Death of him? He almost gave me a heart attack.

“Moving in?” I turn over my shoulder to look at him. “Did you?—”

“What? No. I didn’t tell him anything, but he’s right, you know.” Blake gives me a pointed look. “It’s a good idea.”

“Blake…” I bite the inside of my cheek, unsure of what to say.

He couldn’t be serious.

“You know we have to figure this thing out,” he says gently. “I want you to give us a chance. A real chance, Savannah.”

He was serious about it. About us. About the idea of there being something… more. And if I said yes to moving in, he’d be hauling the stuff in a second, no questions asked.

My gaze falls to his mouth, and my tongue darts out to slide over my dry lips. I could still taste him on my tongue. Feel those lush lips pressed against mine. Feelhimpressed against me.

“We should get up. Levi is waiting.” Pushing the covers back, I all but jump to my feet, a mistake because the sudden change makes the white dots play in front of my eyes. I sway on my feet as a rush of warmth washes over me, making my shirt plastered to my body.

I extend my hand, looking for something to steady myself, only to connect with a hard chest.

“I’ve gotcha.” Blake’s fingers wrap around my forearm as he pulls me to him.

I let out a shaky breath. “I’m fin?—”

I don’t get a chance to finish before Blake picks me up into his arms.

“What are you doing? I just got dizzy there for a second.”

“Exactly, I want to check your blood sugar.”

“It’s because I got up too fast,” I protest, but he isn’t listening. “Blake! Put me down. Levi is downstairs.”

“So what?”

“So you can’t carry me like that. You’ll scare him.”

Blake comes to an abrupt stop, his jaw clenching. “Fucking hell, Blondie. Fine.” He gently puts me down, his arm going around my middle. “But we’re checking your blood sugar.”

I don’t even try to protest as he steers me down the stairs, toward the kitchen, where I can hear Levi’s carefree voice chatting away, clearly not the least bit fazed by what he saw.

“And then Daniel came and yelled at Sav, so she fainted, and we had to take her to the hospital.” Levi looks toward the door. “They’re here. See? I told you Sav had a sleepover in Dad’s bed.”

If I thought Levi catching us in bed was bad, it has nothing on him blurting it out in front of Blake’s housekeeper.

The older woman glances toward us over the rim of her glasses. “A sleepover, huh?”

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