“You’re welcome, Savannah,” she says. “Go enjoy the peace and quiet of the beach. I’ll see you when you get home.”

I hang up, and the only thing that repeats over and over again through my head is he is my home.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Beau

I walk into the house, my ass dragging, and toss my keys on the counter, then throw a piece of pizza in the microwave. I lean back, waiting for the beep, and my whole body aches. I rub my hands over my face, and see that it’s almost ten p.m. I eat in the dark, chasing the pizza down with the beer I pulled out of the fridge. I don’t turn on the lights as I make my way upstairs, taking off the dusty clothes and putting them in the wash. The hot water rolls all around me as the only energy I have left is in this shower.

When I collapse in bed, I smell her all around me. She spent two days in this bed, and she is everywhere. I turn to the side, and the pain in my chest is worse today. It’s getting worse and worse as the days go by that she isn’t here. She’s texted me twice, and each time, it was to tell me that she was thinking about me. I answered her back that I missed her, but she never answered it.

Turning back over, I put one hand on my chest and another over my head. So much has changed since she left. I want to tell her everything that I’ve done. I let her walk away from me because I didn’t want her to pity me by staying. I let her go because no matter how much I love her, no matter how much I would give to have her, I have to know that she wants me just as much. I close my eyes, and I hear it, the softest knock I’ve ever heard. I sit up in bed, not knowing if I dreamed it or it really happened. I’m about to lie back down when I hear it again, this time just a touch louder. I grab my shorts and walk down the steps. Turning on the lights, I wonder who it could be. Unlocking the door, I pull it open, and my heart stops in my chest. I know that whatever I did or whatever I was going to do, it would be with her by my side.

“Savannah,” I whisper.

“I’m so sorry to wake you.” She stands there, looking shy and uncomfortable. “I can come back, and we can talk in the morning.”