Chapter 66: All To Myself

Knock! Knock!! Knock!!! “Savannah?” A voice shouted from outside, pounding harder against the door. I groaned and buried my ear deeper into the pillow, turning to the other side of the bed as though I could block out reality with a bit more fabric. “Sav, wake up! You’re going to be late!” The voice pierced through the haze of my half-asleep state. I peeled one eye open. Outside, the sky was still dark—early morning, the kind of time when sane people should still be asleep. A heavy weight across my waist reminded me I wasn’t alone. Roman’s arm. Freeing myself from it was a war of sorts, his hold was iron, even in deep sleep. With a quiet grunt, I finally managed to slip out of his grip and sit up, rubbing my forehead. The knocking persisted. But now the voice was clearer. Lizzie. I grabbed a robe from the chair, wrapping it tightly around me, concealing every inch of my bare skin. The sash cinched around my waist as I tiptoed across the field of discarded clothes scattered on the floor.