Page 93 of Need You To Choose Me

“That’s what she said,” Blake chuckles.

“Seriously?” I hiss, tilting my head toward Levi, who seems way more interested in the toy than us. “There is a child here.”

This has him laughing even harder. “He’s not paying us any attention, and even if he was, he wouldn’t understand.” He wiggles his brows. “So what do you say, Blondie? Too big for your trunk?”

“Stop it.” I jab him in the shoulder. “You really are incorrigible, you know that?”

“I’m just asking.” His gaze zeroes in on my mouth before locking with mine, his voice dropping lower. “You know, if you ask really nicely, I’ll drive it back home for you since my truck’s way bigger and all that.”

I blink a few times, unsure if he’s serious. “Are you for real?”

Blake just smirks, “What can I say? I need proper motivation.”

Shaking my head, I let out a sigh. “Can you please drive the crib back home for me, Mr. Walker?” I ask sweetly, batting my lashes.

“You have to say pretty please,” Levi corrects.

I shoot Blake a knowing smirk. So much for Levi not listening. “My bad, pretty please, Mr. Walker, can you help and drive the crib back home for me?”

“Fine,” Blake grumbles. I expect him to pull back, but instead he leans closer, his warm breath making the goosebumps rise on my skin as his voice drops an octave so only I can hear him. “But next time, I won’t be so easily swayed.”

My throat bobs as he takes a step back, his gaze not missing anything. “C’mon, Levi. We’ll meet Miss Parker back home.”

I let out a long breath as I watch him call out to Levi, and the two of them leave. Shaking my head, I slide into the driver’s seat, my body still buzzing from Blake’s nearness. I trace my fingers over my lower lip, my stomach clenching.

What will happen once he actually touches me again?

Not that he tried it. Not after the hospital.

Will he do it?

Will I let him?

I shouldn’t. It would only complicate things way more than they already are, and yet, I couldn’t help myself, a part of me wanted to feel those full lips on mine. Hear that low groan as he devoured my mouth with his, my body coming alive under his touch.

I grip my fingers tighter around the steering wheel, pushing the thoughts of kissing Blake to the back of my head.

Although the A/C is on, the heat inside my car is excruciating, making my shirt stick to my skin. My stomach grumbles, reminding me I haven’t eaten much today.

Thankfully, traffic is light, so it doesn’t take me too long to get back home.

Blake’s nowhere to be found when I park in front of my house and get out. I take in the house, noticing all the little details that have changed in the last few weeks.

Mostly thanks to him.

It started to look like the home I remembered from my childhood.

That familiar ache spreads inside my chest, my mouth going dry as I make my way to the house and unlock the door, leaving it open so Blake can enter once he gets here.

My gaze fixes on the stairs, the lump in my throat growing thicker. Swallowing it down, I force myself to place a foot on the step.

“You can do this, Savannah.”

The photo frames hung on the wall, taking me back down the memory lane I tried so hard to push back as I made my way up the stairs.

It hurt so much. Remembering Grams. Hearing her raspy laughter. The crinkles that would appear around her eyes every time she’d smile. The way her southern accent would grow thicker when she got annoyed with something.

There was a photo of the two of us in front of Bluebonnet High from my graduation. Grams was beaming that day. Birthdays and Christmases and holidays. It’s always been Grams and me against the world.

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