“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?”
