Page 156 of Obsession
Everything that’s happened. Everything that’s led up to this moment fades when his blue eyes meet mine.
He brushes his lips against my skin and whispers, “You’re my everything, Savannah. There’s nothing I won’t do for you. No lengths I won’t go to, no matter how wrong they may seem in the eyes of the world, to keep you here with me. We don’t follow rules.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
With his free hand hanging over the steering wheel, he points a finger at the empty country road ahead. “See that sunset, Savannah?”
Mesmerized, I keep staring at his side profile. My eyes rove over his dark stubble, drawn like a moth to a flame to his lips, which pull up in a side smirk—a filthy smirk that has my clit pulsing.
“That’s our future.” He looks at me, and I suck in a breath at seeing him so animated and alive. “We’ll keep driving until we reach the beach.”
A smile pulls at my lips. “The beach?”
He darts his tongue out and drops his eyes to my lips, then looks back at the road. “Needham will meet us there with our new passports.”
Surprised, I sit up straight. “Are you serious?”
Hope flares inside me, lethal yet so seductive.
Robbie nods, then lets go of my hand to cup my chin. His thumb caresses my mouth and I barely dare breathe, barely dare believe. Barely dare look into the sunset or the expanse of road ahead.
But I do, and what I see: the purples, oranges, and pinks—all mixed together in a harmony of colors—steal my breath as much as his whispered words caress my ears.
“The future is ours, baby.” Robbie tucks my hair behind my ear and reclaims my hand. “Trust me.”
“I trust you.”
And I do.
I’ve never trusted anyone more than Robbie.
His chuckle brings me back from my thoughts, and he releases my hand to pick up a stray pen in the center console.
He wiggles it between his fingers. “I better keep this away from you.”
My lips split into a smile, and I chuck him on the arm, making him laugh even louder.
I love it.
Love the sound of his happiness. I’ve never heard him so carefree and happy.
When he wraps his muscular arm around my neck and pulls me close to kiss my forehead, I know we’ll be okay.
“Fuck me, you’re perfect, Savannah.”
EPILOGUE
ROBBIE
1 year later, somewhere in the world
Such a beautiful view.
She leans against the porch railing, framed by the sunrise and the rolling waves at the end of the beach.
My mouth waters at the sight of her dark hair flowing in the wind. Her shoulder is exposed where her silk gown has slid down.
As I slide open the patio door, our tabby cat, Whiskers, sprints out, slinking through my legs.
