Chapter 2 A Soft kiss

Savannah's pov

I didn't even think twice before responding to the kiss. I completely forgot the reason I even came into his room in the first place.

Before I knew it, he lifted me up gently, carrying me to the bed, all while continuing to kiss me, never breaking the connection. His kisses were different-hungry, intense-like nothing we'd shared before.

I was so lost in the moment that I didn't even realize when he began to slowly remove my clothes. My cheeks flushed a deep red, and all I could do was shyly look away, feeling embarrassed.

"You look so beautiful," he whispered, placing a soft kiss on my navel that sent shivers running down my spine.

He smiled at me before lying beside me, his eyes full of something I couldn't quite understand.

"I'm sorry. This... this isn't right," he said, pulling me closer to him, his warmth surrounding me.

"Savvy," he said, and it brought me back to the first time we met. I had introduced myself, and he'd said my name with a kind of ease, almost like it was his favorite word.

"Yes?" I replied softly, still trying to make sense of everything that was happening.

"Can you give me a second chance?" he asked, his voice uncertain, but desperate.

I didn't answer right away. I was lost in my thoughts, unsure of what to say. Should I give him another chance?

I kept thinking, What if this isn't real? What if he's lying to me? What if I wake up tomorrow and everything has changed?

"Do you want the divorce?" he asked again, his voice tinged with worry.

"No," I answered quickly, the word escaping my lips before I could even think about it.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

I was left wondering, what had gotten into Daniel?

"Thank you, Savvy. I promise I'll never hurt you again," he said, his voice sincere.

I didn't know what to say. I just lay there, listening to the steady beat of his heart as he held me.

Eventually, I pulled away, sitting up from the bed.

"What happened? Did I do something wrong?" he asked, concern in his voice.

"No," I said softly. "I think I should go back to my room."

"You can stay here," he replied, his words surprising me even more.

"What did you just say?" I asked, wanting to make sure I had heard him correctly.

"We can sleep here together. After all, you're my wife," he said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Did he just claim me as his wife? Was this the same David who had once told me I could never be his wife?

I laid back down on the bed, trying to process everything. He stood up, walking over to the closet to grab something.

I watched him in surprise as he carefully pulled the blanket over me.

"Don't worry," he said, reading my confused expression. "I'm not going anywhere. I just want to change into my nightwear."

I watched him, my mind racing with questions, unsure of what to make of all of this.

I lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to gather my thoughts. Everything felt so surreal. Just hours ago, I was unsure about the future, uncertain about where I stood with Daniel, and now here he was, telling me I was his wife and offering me a place beside him.

I could hear him moving around the room, quietly changing into his nightwear. I wasn't sure what to think. A part of me wanted to pull away, to question everything, but another part wanted to believe him, to trust that things could be different this time.

When he finally returned to the bed, he lay down beside me, his body warm against mine. I kept my distance, not sure how to act, not sure where this was all heading.

"You're not going anywhere, right?" I whispered, almost as if I needed him to reassure me.

"I'm not," he replied, his voice steady, the sincerity in it clear. "I'm right here. I told you, I'll never hurt you again."

I wanted to believe him. I really did. But a small voice in the back of my mind kept asking, What if this is just another lie? What if tomorrow he changes again?

He must have sensed my hesitation, because he reached over, gently taking my hand in his. "Savvy, I know I messed up. But I swear, I'm trying to make it right. I'm not asking for everything to be perfect overnight, but I need you to know that I'm serious. About you. About us."

I wanted to say something, anything, but the words wouldn't come. I just squeezed his hand, unsure of how to move forward.

Daniel turned on his side to face me, his eyes searching mine. "I know you're scared. I can see it in your eyes. And I get it. I really do. But I'm asking for a chance. Please, Savvy, let me show you that I can be the man you deserve."

I could feel my heart race, my breath quicken. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to do. All I knew was that I didn't want to make the wrong choice again. But at the same time, I didn't want to lose him.

The silence between us stretched out, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It was the kind of quiet that held so many unspoken words. Finally, I spoke, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I don't know what to do anymore, Daniel," I admitted. "I don't know if I can trust you again."

His eyes softened, and he gently brushed a strand of hair from my face. "I understand. And I'll prove to you that I'm worth trusting. Just... give me time. Please."

I closed my eyes, letting his words settle over me. Time. That was all he was asking for. But in my heart, I knew that time was something I wasn't sure I could give.

As he pulled me closer, his arms wrapping around me in a way that felt both comforting and protective, I couldn't help but wonder what the future would hold. Would we find our way back to each other? Or was this just another fleeting moment?

"Sleep now, Savvy," he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. "We'll figure it out, together."

I didn't answer. I just let the quiet of the night wash over me, wondering what tomorrow would bring.