Page 51 of Saving Saul

“Let’s get out of here,” I whisper.

He raises his right eyebrow and smirks. “Are you sure?”

I give him an eyebrow right back. “Are you? Because if you want me to forgive you.” I throw him what I hope is a sexy side-glance, “You’re going to have to ask me for forgiveness properly. You talked all that shit behind a wall, but can you deliver pleasure in person? Once you’ve satisfied my body, you can satisfy my curiosity and answer more questions. Then I will reach my final verdict.”

He smiles and kisses me again. Okay, Let’s go to my place; I need your undivided attention for what I have planned.”

I laugh. “So, you think I’ll be distracted at my place?”

He nods. “Yes, I want your focus on me, and mine will be on you. Give me twenty-four hours without interruptions; I promise you’ll never want to leave.”

I wasn’t the one that left in the first place.

“Where do you live?”

He softly squeezes my knee. “I have a cabin in the woods, thirty minutes outside town. My own little safe house.”

I chuckle. “A safe house? Why would you need one of those?” I ask, genuinely bewildered. “What, are you a secret spy on the run or something?”

He kisses me hard and ignores the question. I’m so breathless that I let him. When he’s finished, the world narrows to only him.

I have no clue how or why, but suddenly, my biggest dream is to be holed up in some secluded cabin with this man—just us, a roaring fire, and absolutely no chance of escape.

His nor Mine.

As we stepout of the restaurant and into the warm, sultry New Orleans night, I pull out my phone and dial Selene. She still doesn’t trust Saul, and I know she’s waiting for my update. I can’t go incognito for twenty-four hours with a man she thinks I barely know unless I want the army to show up.

The line barely rings before she picks up, her voice sharp with suspicion.

“Well?” she demands, skipping the pleasantries. “Are you in the car with him right now? Tell me you didn’t just fold like a damn beignet.”

She knows me so well.

I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Selene, I didn’t fold.”

A dramatic scoff crackles through the speaker. “Oh, please. If you’re calling me this early, you already let him reel you in. Otherwise, you would have come straight over.”

I glance at Saul, who’s waiting beside his car, hands in his pockets, watching me with an unreadable expression. He doesn’t rush me, but he doesn’t look away either.

Selene exhales sharply. “I swear, Tessa. If I don’t hear from you in twelve hours, I’m calling the cops.”

“Oh my God, he’s not a serial killer!” I groan, throwing my head back.

“You don’t know that,” she snaps. “And even if he’s not, he still left you on a stage like some tragic romance lead. Excuse me if I’m not sold on his redemption arc yet.”

I close my eyes, inhaling deeply. “I promise I’ll check in, okay?”

She doesn’t sound convinced, but after a long pause, she mutters, “Fine. But if you go missing, know I’ll tell your story on all the true crime podcasts.”

I can’t help but laugh, shaking my head. “Goodnight, Selene.”

She huffs. “Yeah, yeah. Twelve hours. 9:00 am!”

I hang up and turn to find Saul smirking at me.

“She doesn’t like me much, huh?”

I shove my phone into my bag and roll my eyes. “She just doesn’t trust you.”

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