Page 61 of Imperfectly Perfect

Grinning from ear to ear, Fallon bent her head and pressed their mouths together. “What’s one thing that you love to do but are so scared of?”

Savannah shook her head bewildered. How could Fallon think at a moment like this? How could she even begin to form words?

“Come on,” Fallon murmured into Savannah’s ear. “What do you want to do?”

“Sit on your face.”

Fallon hummed, kissing Savannah again. Without another word, she climbed onto the mattress and rested her head on the pillow in the center of the bed. With one pointed look, Savannah knew she was supposed to move. She knew she was supposed to climb up Fallon’s body and position herself exactly where she’d said she wanted to be.

But she couldn’t make herself move.

She couldn’t bring herself to do the one thing she craved, the one thing she knew would break her.

“I can’t.”

“Just try,” Fallon said. This time she was demanding, but patient. Savannah envied that too. “Just try.”

“I’ll crush you,” Savannah countered, finally putting words to the fear that ran through her.

“You won’t. I’m hard to break. Trust me, everyone in my life has tried.” Fallon trailed her fingers over her body as she watched Savannah.

“Tap out if you need.” Savannah winked, but she knew it was more self-deprecating than it should have been. She still didn’t want to do this, fear coursing through her. Well, she did, becausethe amount of pleasure she knew she would experience, the wonders Fallon would give her—they would be worth it, right?

Fallon said nothing as she waited, that same damn patience still there. Finally, Savannah pulled herself all the way onto the bed, straddling Fallon’s head. She bit the inside of her cheek, keeping her hips raised up more than she wanted to, and leaning over Fallon’s head to prop herself up as much as she could. Fallon’s lips quirked up with a devilish smirk before she dove right in.

Hissing, Savannah clenched her eyes shut tight. She hadn’t expected such an onslaught. Fear coursed through her, followed quickly by the radiance of trust. It wasn’t just that Fallon was trusting her, it was that she had to trust Fallon. Fallon wrapped her arms around Savannah’s thighs and tugged her down, moving her position enough that Savannah swore she was going to suffocate her.

But Fallon sucked in a sharp breath, her nose buried in Savannah’s body, their gazes locked briefly before Fallon closed her eyes and focused again.

“Fuck,” Savannah muttered. She was at her undoing. Not the pinnacle of an orgasm. Not the moment where she knew she was going to experience pleasure or find a connection.

Fallon said nothing. She continued to suck and lick and tease. Savannah ground down before lifting up, losing what little control she’d worked so hard to keep. Her wrists hurt from pushing into the bed at such an awkward angle and the pressure from holding her body up. But she refused to move. She refused to let her fears rule her life anymore. Fallon was right.

This was new. This was different.

Crying out, Savannah clenched her eyes shut. She immediately flipped off Fallon, lying next to her and laughing. That had felt so good. She covered her face, trying to holdeverything in before she just gave up. Why bother? Fallon had never once told her she couldn’t be herself.

“That was amazing.”

“Worth it?” Fallon sat up, running her hand up and down the back of Savannah’s calf.

“Absolutely.”

twenty-one

Fallon gripped the small gift tightly in her hand as she stood in front of Tia’s door. This was still awkward. She didn’t want it to be, but she didn’t know Saylor well yet, and she hadn’t put in the time and effort to get to know her. Fallon had been stubborn in still living her own life and focusing only on her relationship with Tia, not with Saylor.

Which was why she was here.

Saylor’s birthday bash, as Tia had explained it. Even Monti had mentioned it and how they should be getting together and supporting Tia in the same ways Tia had supported them throughout their life. And the guilt had eaten away at her long enough that she was here.

Although she wasn’t as good at gift giving as Savannah, she hoped the book Tia had suggested would be good enough. As she entered the apartment, it erupted with noise. Fallon instantly tensed at the onslaught. Tia was in the kitchen, mixing up a drink. Saylor was standing in the center of the living room, surrounded by her friends, and Monti better be somewhere, because Fallon couldn’t do this without a friendly face.

Sliding next to Tia, Fallon dropped the gift on the kitchen counter. She seemed to be the only one who’d brought one,which didn’t surprise her. She wouldn’t make a big deal out of it either. “Anything I can help with?”

Tia lifted her head up, beaming as her eyes fell onto Fallon’s face. She shook her head, setting the bottles of liquor down and wrapping her arms around Fallon’s shoulders. “Nothing.”

“Okay.” Fallon held on a little tighter and longer than she normally would, but she needed that centering.

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