Chapter 65: You're Perfect

Savannah His lips claimed mine again, but this time it wasn’t force or insistence that melted my resistance. It was the softness, the care, the warmth of him pressing into me like he wanted to breathe life into the broken places I kept buried. For years I had built walls out of shame and anger, convinced that if anyone saw all of me, my mistakes, my scars, the ugliest parts of my story, they’d recoil in disgust. Yet here was Roman, kissing me as if he had been waiting his whole life to find me. “Roman…” I whispered when he pulled back just enough for me to breathe. My voice was shaky. “I don’t know how to let you.” His thumb brushed my cheek, lingering on the tear he’d caught before it could fall. His eyes burned into mine. “You don’t have to know how. Just feel me.” His mouth found mine again, slower this time, coaxing instead of demanding. My knees weakened under the weight of his tenderness and he scooped me up, carrying me to the bed. He laid me down gently, and when his hands skim