Chapter 168: How Many?

Roman Anyone who stumbled upon me in that hallway would’ve called me pathetic. I’d left the love of my life inside, shattered and alone, under the excuse of needing air. But the truth was, my legs couldn’t take me any farther. No matter how far I tried to go, she was still the only destination my heart knew. So that’s how I ended up here—sitting outside the door to our bedroom, knees pulled up to my chest, hands clutching my head like I could squeeze the migraine out of it. I couldn’t do it. There's no way I'd take her that way. I couldn’t bring myself to touch her that way. Not her. Not my Savannah. Back then with escorts, flings, it had been mechanical. Easy. There was no emotion, no weight, no soul in the exchange. Just skin and the primal need to remind myself I was still alive. To satisfy my animalistic urges. I could treat them however I wanted because none of it mattered. But this? This was Savannah. The woman who changed me. The woman I’d sworn to protect, to cherish, to never