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When Savannah turns and looks at me, I can tell she’s nervous. I shoot her an encouraging grin.
“I don’t want you to hate it here,” she admits as we make our way up the three flights of stairs. She warned me about there not being an elevator before I arrived, so it doesn’t take me by surprise.
“As long as I’m with you, I’m happy, Sav,” I tell her, knowing nothing else matters. She unlocks the door and steps aside to allow me in. I look around, and a wide smile fills my face. Photos from the different shows she’s performed in are hung on the walls around the apartment. There are a ton of pictures of Donny and her together throughout the years. The space is cozy and perfect and everything I imagined it’d be. It’s very Savannah, and I love it.
She watches me intently as I look around. Soon, my eyes meet hers, and Savannah lets out a sigh. “So! Thoughts?” she asks, impatiently.
I close the space between us and rest my hands on her hips as she tilts her head up at me, eagerly waiting for a response.
“It feels like home, Sav.”
When our lips touch, want and need courses through me. If her desperate moans are any indication as our tongues twist together, she feels it too. Moments later, Savannah leads us to the bedroom and begins unbuttoning my shirt. As I peel her clothes from her body, she giggles.
“What?” I shoot her a smile, brushing my lips against the softness of her neck.
“I’ve dreamed about this moment for so damn long,” she breathlessly admits as she shimmies out of her clothes and tights. Standing in front of me wearing nothing more than a smile, I take in all her perfect curves.
“Fuck,” I whisper, laying her on the bed and moving her ass to the edge so I can taste her. I drop to my knees, ready to feast.
I watch as Savannah holds the comforter with white knuckles as she sinks onto my tongue. Needy moans escape her as I devour her sweet pussy, flicking against her clit. As she writhes under my touch, I try to give her everything she needs. She begs for more, her breasts rising and falling, and I know her cup is ready to fill and tip over. Her back arches, and I insert a finger, then another, until she crumples, losing herself in the orgasm that quickly overtakes her.
“I need more of you, Hayden.” She pushes herself up on her elbows, and I’m more than ready to give her exactly what she wants.
How did I ever live without her?
As she scoots up the bed, I take off my pants and boxers and move to her. Hovering above her, my dick teases her slick entrance, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.
“Hayden…” she pleads.
Chuckling, I slowly slide inside her until our bodies meet. Being with her like this is everything. We start slow, then my pace increases, and soon we’re unraveling together.
As we lie in bed and I hold Savannah in my arms, I know moving here was right. I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
It’s been two months since I moved to New York, and I’ve really grown to love it. The people, the hustle and bustle of the city that never sleeps, and even all the damn tourists—it’s quickly become home. Navigating the subway gets easier each day, though I’ve jumped on the wrong train a few times and ended up on the opposite side of the city. Work has been fine, and since high school football season started, I’ve been really busy traveling around the state.
Savannah’s schedule is more packed than mine between rehearsals, dance and voice lessons, and auditions, but she always makes as much time for us as possible. The woman is talented as hell and an inspiration that makes me so damn proud of her. She’s constantly working on her craft so she can become a better performer, and in my eyes, she’s the fucking best.
Though I miss my brother, I’ve not once regretted my decision of moving here, only the fact that I didn’t come for her sooner. Living life with Savannah is better than I imagined it’d be. We grocery shop together but only buy enough for a few days at a time because carrying the bags back to the apartment sucks. We take turns doing laundry, and every morning, I make the bed since she’s up before me. Cleaning is easy since it’s just the two of us. I cook dinner for her when I know she’ll be home, and when we’re able, we lounge on the couch and watch movies. All afternoon I’ve been on a Skype call with the university, and as soon as it ends, Savannah comes bolting into the apartment with a pep in her step.
