Page 7 of Need You To Choose Me

One moment.

Just one moment to catch my breath, and then I’ll leave.

The first thing I see when I open my eyes is the sun slowly peeking through the curtains. I let out a soft groan. My head is throbbing, and the bright light isn’t helping.

What the hell was I doing last night?

Closing my eyes, I turn away from the brightness only to bump into a solid wall of muscles. I look up and then up some more, the sleeping face of an unfamiliar man staring back at me.

The memories of last night flash in quick, blurry succession—one after the other. Drinking with the sexy stranger. Leaving the bar. Agreeing to one night.

“Holy shit.”

I slept with him. Not just that, I had the best sex of my life with this guy, and I didn’t even know his name.

One night. No names. No kissing.

Even in his sleep, he had that scowl etched between his brows, and my fingers itched to smooth it out.

Get a grip, Sav.

I needed to get out of here and fast.

I hold my breath until I disentangle from his warm body and get out of the bed. The process is slow, but he’s still firmly asleep as I quickly start gathering my clothes and pulling them on. Once I’m done, I run my fingers through my hair.

I’m pretty sure I look like a mess, but that’s what I get for hooking up with a handsome stranger.

Handsome, dirty-talking, grumpy stranger that made me feel unlike any other man before.

With one last look at the man sleeping in the bed, I turn around and get the hell out of there.

CHAPTER TWO

SAVANNAH

April

“I’m going to grab another box!” I yell over my shoulder as I go toward the door. Miguel’s trunk is half empty, but there is another batch waiting at Becky’s family’s house. I’m just grabbing a box when I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. Cursing silently, I switch the box to one hand and pull out my phone, but the damn thing falls out of my grasp, so I have to crouch down and grab it.

“Hello?”

“Savannah, hi. Do you have a moment to talk?”

“Mr. Miles, hi,” I breathe, slightly winded. “Sure. How is it going?”

“Good. I just stopped at your house like you asked me to, and everything looks good.”

My brows pull together. “Really? You sure?”

From the corner of my eye, I can see a flash of red.

“What are—” Becky stops when she sees me talking on the phone and mouths, “Sorry.” I give her a reassuring smile as I listen to my landlord.

“Yes, I tightened the pipe, but everything looks okay. So I wouldn’t worry about it.”

“Okay, thank you so much for doing that, Mr. Miles.”

We say our goodbyes, and I slide my phone back in place.

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