Page 180 of Built to Fall
From the moment I really became friends with Savannah, there was something familiar that I couldn’t quite name. At one point in my life, I was just like her. Minus the glitz and the glamour, I was the fun, outgoing, popular girl who laughed easily and floated through life.
I never thought I’d be that girl again. I thought I’d lost that part of myself for good.
Yet somehow, Savannah has breathed a new life into the version of myself I’d been quietly mourning—just her presence has been enough to show me what I was missing out on.
It’s the life I feel rushing through me, settling deep in my bones as she grabs my hand, pulling me to run beside her toward the fitting room. Pure joy pulses through us as we laugh all the way down the hallway.
And in moments like these, it makes it glaringly obvious that Grant and Savannah coming into my life has been one of the best things that has ever happened to me.
It feels like I got up from a table of people who had been ignoring me all dinner, only to stumble upon an empty seat at a completely different table. And when I sat down in that seat, they didn’t just make room; they fully embraced me, filling me with happiness and livelihood I didn’t know could exist. I went from being a placeholder to an actual guest.
Savannah and Grant have saved me from the all-consuming sadness that held me hostage for the better part of a year.
After two people hollowed me out, they swooped in at the perfect time, proving just how life-saving love can become.
CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
GRANT
“Wow,” I whistle under my breath, leaning over Lina’s shoulder to get a better look at her laptop. “Savannah is a genius.”
Lina looks up at me from where she sits in her desk chair. “I can’t believe how good these turned out,” she says, looking back toward the picture.
My hands press further into her shoulders, and she lets out a small sigh when I begin massaging a small knot near her neck with my thumb. “I’m not the least bit surprised.”
Yesterday, the girls spent the day in the city and the evening on a yacht off of Montauk taking photos for Savannah’s upcoming Ralph Lauren campaign. Just looking at the unedited photos of Lina, I’m kicking myself for not tagging along to see this up close and personal.
Then again, I never thought she’d do something like this. She obviously has the looks to model, and her confidence is not lacking, but I know she thinks she’d be stepping on toes by doing this.
Thank God Savannah convinced her otherwise.
She scrolls to the next photo, zooming and analyzing the view of her in a knit zip-up, laughing mid-spin while her hair blows in all different directions.
It’s happy and free—the perfect look on her.
“How does it feel seeing these pictures?” I ask her when Savannah walks over, putting the mockRalph Lauren POLOfont across the front of it.
She bites her lip, like she doesn’t know how to describe the feeling, but the smile stretching across her face tells me everything I need to know.
“Ooo,have you seen the pictures of Kara and Bennett Hemingway? I got them tofrickingkiss, Grant.Kiss!”Savannah asks me, sliding to sit on the arm of Lina’s chair so casually. “Or what about the pictures of Lina on the yacht?”
“Oh gosh.” Lina tilts her head back, laughing. “Don’t show him those. He doesn’t need any more spank bank material.”
I roll my eyes, pinching her shoulder while Savannah scrolls through the files. “I’ve only seen the studio ones.”
“Here.” She points the laptop toward me when she finds it, effectively stunning me into silence.
The first thing my eyes see are her pert nipples, the small peaks barely showing through the material of the bikini she’s wearing. When I finally scan the rest of the picture, I can't help but revel in how mouthwateringly gorgeous my girlfriend is.
This tiny red bikini, with a circular piece of jewelry adjoining the two cups, sits perfectly between her breasts.
Jesus.My cock stirs at the sight.
“Jeez, close your mouth. You’re not a dog.” Lina presses her hand to the underside of my jaw, pretending to push it closed.
“You look like a teenager finding a porno magazine for the first time,” Savannah teases. “You do know you’ve seen hernakedbefore, right?”
I palm the side of Savannah’s skull, pushing her back toward Lina’s bed. “This is completely different.”
