“I just wanted to make sure Savannah was okay. She seemed pretty upset when she left the room.” Weak excuse, man. Weak. Fucking. Excuse.

“She’s fine,” Felix snapped.

Savannah pulled Felix’s head away from her. “Excuse me? I think I can answer for myself.” She turned towards me and offered a smile. “Come here, Theo.”

I pushed myself off the floor, unable to stop the grin from spreading across my face. I didn’t know much about this girl, but her smile was the sunshine I had been missing for decades. She listened to my story–really listened–without pity, or judgment. So if she asked me to come closer, I would run to her side.

She removed her fingers from Felix’s hair and grabbed my hand with hers. “I’m good. Really. It’s been a crazy and overwhelmingly insane day, and I’m still not sure I’m not imagining this whole thing. But I’m getting there.”

It should’ve been strange, her holding my hand while she sat on Felix’s lap. But except for Felix’s lethal glare, it felt completely natural. Her hand fit inside mine perfectly, and I wasn’t imagining the electricity that sparked between our touch. She stared at me with those big hazel eyes, and I was unable to look away.

I see you, I thought. I hear you. I couldn’t stop myself from flipping her wrist over and pulling it to my mouth for a kiss. She sucked in a quiet breath, and I was almost positive Felix growled.

I didn’t realize we were in a werewolf movie, dickwad. I shook my head, not wanting the moment to collapse around us. If it meant I got Savannah, I could put up with Felix. I could put up with it all for a genuine, real, chance at being lucky. And the way she smiled at me…man, I felt luckier than I ever had.

Something about her smile made the four walls of this prison fade away, warming the rooms that felt damp no matter what. Touching her made everything better. I had fucked girls before, sure. But none like Savannah. The girls I had sex with before were hard. Rough around the edges. Broken down into tiny little pieces that cut you like glass shards.

I was tired of bleeding. I wanted to be whole. And maybe Savannah was that chance for me. If she was, I wasn’t going to let it slip away.

My mouth still pressed against the tender skin of her wrist, I smiled. “Is this okay, sweet girl?” I murmured, enjoying the way her body tensed against my breath. It was clear I affected her.