Savannah's POV
I never thought I would become one of those women who sneak out before dawn after a night they would rather forget. Back when I watched romantic comedies, I always criticized those characters who disappeared without explanation or even a simple goodbye note. It seemed so rude and cowardly.
Now here I am, facing exactly what I once judged others for.
Dennis's muscular arms encircled me like steel bands, holding me so close I could barely breathe. His chest pressed against my spine, and I felt every steady beat of his heart. His warm breath caressed the sensitive spot on my neck where his mark still tingled from the night before.
Movement was impossible. His large hands splayed across my stomach, bunching the silk robe I somehow ended up wearing. Our bodies molded together so perfectly it felt wrong, yet my traitorous body refused to reject the contact.
