Page 15 of Sweet Surrender
But then, I guess she did.
As I pulled my hand out of my pocket, I noticed a bead of come onmy finger, and a wicked smile crept across my face. It was a bigger risk than jerking off next to Savannah, but the thought of her tasting me was too enticing to walk away from.
Before I could give it too much thought, I leaned over to where shelay with her lips slightly parted. Gently, I brushed my finger along her bottom lip, leaving a trail of my come in its wake.
As if sensing I was there, her tongue darted out and swiped up what Ihad left for her before she sucked in her bottom lip.
A deep exhale of satisfaction left my body. Savannah had just had her firsttaste of me.
She shifted again, this time turning onto her side, and her steadybreaths told me she was still fast asleep. Resisting the urge to run my hands over every curve, I tiptoed back out of the room, giving her one last look before I pulled her door closed.
Soon, Savannah. Soon.
Chapter 5
Savannah
Routine had me waking up at my usual time, even though I hadnothing to get up for.
Despite pleading through sobs of despair, Harry let me go with immediate effect. I wasjuststill in my probation, another few days, and he would have had to give me two weeks’ notice.
It would have bought me a bit of time to find another job, but as it was, he didn’t have to give me any notice as per the contract I’d signed agreeing to the terms.
I couldn’t understand it. Harry appeared devastated to let me go,apologizing profusely, but telling me he didn’t have a choice in the matter. I wasn’t above begging, but it didn’t get me anywhere.
Finding the job at the diner had been my saving grace followingrejection after rejection, but Harry took a chance on me, a twenty-three-year-old who had never held a job before, and only had a high school education.
I hoped that my three months of working at the diner gave me enoughexperience for someone else to take a chance on me, and Harry had promised to give me a glowing reference.
When I walked out after Harry told me I was welcome back anytimefor a coffee and a chat, I was surprised to feel a pang of sadness rush through me; although I didn’t think it was from the fact I would miss the work, more like I’d miss the people.
I didn’t socialize with them outside of work, but in the time I’d been there,Michelle and Charlie had become friends, and Harry was like the older brother I never had. Then there was Paul, the grumpy chef who acted like any time someone ordered food it was an inconvenience for him, but always put his heart and soul into making delicious food.
I’d miss making small talk with some of the customers, hearing abouttheir day or their plans for the weekend. Even Trent, I’d miss seeing him. I guess the saving grace was that I wouldn’t have to put up with Trent asking me out every day.
It was too early to head to the local library to use their internet for jobhunting, so for the first time in weeks, I pulled out my sketchbook to kill some time.
In days gone by, I’d spendhourswith pencils in my hand, not noticingthe cramps in my fingers or the rumbles in my belly. I’d be too focused on my designs, new ideas running through my brain all the time.
From a young age, I had an interest in fashion, and I knew that oneday, I wanted to have my own range of clothes. I used to drive my mom crazy, constantly cutting clothes up, only to sew them back together in different ways.
The more skilled I became at sewing and drawing, the moreelaborate my designs became, and my home economics teachers were always gushing with praise over my creations.
When I finished high school, I planned on going to college to studyfashion design. I’d been accepted to go to the Fashion Institute of Technology in New York, but as it transpired, fate had other plans.
During my last year in high school, my mom got sick. At first, it startedwith her forgetting things, and getting easily confused. When she couldn’t remember where we kept the coffee for the billionth time, I convinced her to go to the doctor. She underwent a series of tests, and a few weeks later, we got the devastating news that she had dementia. After that, my plans changed, despite my mom insisting I should go to college.
My dad was killed in a car crash when I was three, and my momnever remarried or had any other children. I was her life, and she sacrificed so much to give me the best childhood. Sacrificing my career for a few years was the least I could do.
And so, while all my friends went off to college, I stayed put in our home in San Francisco to look after her.
We had a little money, thanks to my wealthy grandparents, and thelife insurance we had from my dad’s crash, allowing me to not have to work, and look after my mom full time.
In the short space of a few years, her dementia worsened. When Iwasn’t helping my mom to wash, dress, feed herself, and take her to various medical appointments, I’d lose myself in drawings as a way of switching off from the heartbreak of watching my mom wither away.
As much as it was just me having to look after my mom, I had Liam.He was my rock, my first love, my...everything.Hewasn’t perfect, far from it, but who was?
He kept me going when life was at its hardest, and I never thoughtthere would be a time I wouldn’t have Liam by my side.
