Page 160 of Between Never and Forever
I look at Brynn sitting on the couch reading her book and eating a bag of chips. God, for all of our sakes, everything better go right.
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Friday at noon, I find myself outside of Savannah’s trailer.
Today is the last day of filming. She leaves first thing tomorrow and the studio will have everything packed up by the end of the weekend. My meeting with Clark has me jumpy, nervous, and I just need Savannah right now.
I knock, and Red opens the door. When he sees me, he glances over my shoulder quickly, then ushers me inside. Ziggy attacks my legs, so I give her some head scratches. I look around the trailer, but Sav isn’t here.
“Where is she?”
I look at Red, and he’s typing on his phone.
“On the way,” he says without looking up from the screen. “It’s not smart for you to be here. There have been cameras all over ever since the article.”
The article. What he means is the fucking three-minute tape of me and Sav on the roof. I close my eyes and nod.
“I’ll be quick.”
Red grunts. He slides his phone in his pocket, then takes a leash off the counter and hooks it on Ziggy’s collar before hitting me with a serious stare.
“She’s been through a lot, and you’re a big risk for her right now, but she cares about you. Don’t fuck it up.”
I blink at him. I open my mouth to tell him I won’t. That she’s a risk for me too, but she’s worth it. That I’m working on fixing it. But the door opens, and in steps Savannah. Her brown wig is shorter now. It’s a bob instead of long waves because they’re filming the final scenes of the movie. She looks like how’d she’d look now, today, if she’d never left. If she’d never become famous and dyed her hair silver. If she’d never run away.
She looks how she would have looked if she could have stayed. If she could have stayed and survived.
Sav looks at Red, something unspoken passing between them, and Red nods.
“Let’s go, mutt,” he says, then takes the dog out the door.
When he’s gone, Savannah closes the distance and throws her arms around me. It’s the best hug, and the tension in my body evaporates. When she brings her lips to mine, everything else disappears, and it’s just me and her. I kiss her slowly, despite wanting to rush. It’s been a matter of days, but it feels like eight years all over again. She pulls back and peers up at me, lips swollen from my lips. I finger a strand of her brown hair, then trace my fingertips over her jaw.
“What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to see you before you left.”
It’s only half the truth, but it’s still the truth. I’m terrified she won’t return. I’m terrified this is goodbye. I don’t say it, but she searches my eyes and her brow furrows. She kisses me once more, then whispers against my lips.
“I’m coming back, Levi. I promise.”
I close my eyes and rest my forehead on hers.
“Even if you don’t, even if this is goodbye, I need you to know that I love you. Do you understand?”
“I do.” I feel her smile. “I have two hours.”
She kisses me firmly, then leans back and pulls my shirt over my head. I let her. She undoes the button on my jeans, pulls down the zipper, then pushes my pants and boxer briefs to the floor before pushing me back on the couch. I’m hard as a fucking stone pillar before my ass even hits the cushions.
She smirks, then takes off her own shirt, followed by her bra and pants, until she’s standing above me wearing nothing but her wig.
“Two hours now.”
She straddles my thighs, taking my dick in her hands and rubbing it through her already wet pussy.
“Then in four weeks, I’ll be back for you.”
When she sinks down onto me, we both groan before our mouths collide. I grip her hips, moving her back and forth slowly, feeling her slide over me, grinding on top of me. Her breasts press against my chest, and when she starts to move up and down, her nipples graze my skin. We never stop kissing except to murmur our praises. There’s never more than an inch between our faces.
