Page 159 of Need You To Choose Me

“I should go home. It’s getting late.”

Blake’s arms tighten around me. “Or you could stay.”

“Blake…” Sighing, I turn around in his arms.

He gives me a pointed look. “Daniel caught me sneaking into my own house this morning, and I got scolded by my teenager.”

My mouth falls open. “What?!”

He couldn’t be serious.

But based on his expression, he was.

“And he was right.”

“A-about what?”

Those calloused fingers cup my cheeks, his forehead pressing against mine. “The boys know about us. We’re having a baby together. There is no reason for me to wake up in the middle of the night and sneak into my own home.” He watches me for a moment as I process his words. “It’s just sleeping, Blondie. I’m not asking you to move in.” My eyes widen. “Yet.” He slides his thumb over my lower lip. “We’ll have to talk about it soon, though. You know that. But for tonight, I want to share a bed with you. Stay with us, Savannah.”

The determination written on his face knocks all the air out of my lungs as Blake stares at me.

“I want you to stay. Sleep in my bed. Let me wake up with you in my arms.Stay.”

“I…”

How many times did I wish for that exact thing? For somebody to just stay and choose me. Too many to count. But nobody ever did. That’s why I closed myself off. If I didn’t expect people to stay, then I couldn’t be hurt. But Blake wasn’t like them. No. He was putting himself on the line for me. And over the course of the last few months, little by little, he was sneakingunder my skin, he wasn’t just lowering my walls, he was shattering through them, and I couldn’t stop it. Even scarier, though, I didn’t want to stop it.

“Okay.” I nod. “I’ll stay.”

A smile slowly spreads over his lips. “Yeah?”

“Yes. I’ll stay.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

SAVANNAH

A soft creak wakes me up, and before I manage to figure out what’s going on, a pair of big hands wrap around me and pull me into a hard body as Blake buries his head in the crook of my neck.

Bigcoldhands.

“Blake!” I hiss softly, a visible shudder going through me, which only makes him chuckle as he tightens his grip on me. “Good morning to you too, Blondie.”

“What— Why are you so cold?”

“I was outside.”

Outside? Why would he?—

His palms sneak under my shirt—his shirt,really—pressing against my warm skin. “Holy?—”

“You’re so warm.”

I squeeze my thighs together as I glare at him over my shoulder. “And I’d prefer to stay that way.”

“Don’t worry, baby, I can get you warm in no time.”

Chuckling, I squirm in my seat. “Not before I pee my pants.”

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