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I’m just about to reintroduce myself to her perfect pink lips when Hatebreed blares from my pocket. It’s Marcus.
I groan and drop my forehead to hers, then kiss the tip of her nose and back away. “I, uh, stacked all your stuff in the closet. I would’ve put everything away for you, but I didn’t want you to get mad at me for going through your stuff, so. . .” 
Actually, I didn’t want her to get mad at me for potentially finding her vibrator. I like my nuts just the way they are, thanks.
Savannah nods. She looks like she’s still absorbing her new room, her shrewd eyes darting around, taking in every detail, and it’s just . . . fascinating to watch her mind work. I’m dying to know what she’s thinking, but my phone keeps ringing and I don’t want to intrude on this moment she’s having, so I head into the hallway and answer it.
Holding the phone up to my ear, I say, “Hey man, what’s up?”
“Forgot to ask if you’re comin’ to the fight tonight. Mendez versus O’Phelan. Supposed to be a good one.”
“Shit.” I run my hand over the rough stubble littering my jaw. “I totally forgot.” I glance back at the open doorway and think about inviting Savannah. 
I’m not sure if she’ll enjoy the fight, but the after-parties are always amazing. Granted, that’s usually because I’m three sheets to the wind and have a girl or two wrapped around me, but still. . .
I know without a shadow of a doubt it’ll be infinitely better with Savannah by my side, even if I don’t get laid. Although you never know. This could be our second date. I’ve promised her great things for our second date.
“I’ll ask Savannah if she wants to go.”
“And if she doesn’t?”
“Then I’ll pass.” I’d rather hang out with Savannah here than not at all. Call me a pussy, call me whipped, I don’t care. It’s the truth.
Marcus laughs. “You got it bad, bro.”
You have no fucking clue.
“Look, man, she seems like a sweet girl, and I’m happy for you. I really am. But are you sure this is her scene? I’m not just talkin’ about the fight, I’m talkin’ about after. You know how crazy these things can get, and between the drunk assholes and Jamie—who’s gonna be pissed, by the way—you gotta keep an eye on her at all times. You feel me?”
“Jesus Christ, Dad, I know. I’ll get her home in one piece, I promise.”
We say goodbye and I hang up as Savannah peeks her head out of the doorway. “Is everything okay?”
I slip the phone back in my pocket and walk over to her. “Yeah, I just forgot about this match tonight.”
At her narrowed eyes, I smile and say, “Relax, it’s not my fight. But I usually go, even when it’s not.” The owner likes it when the bigger names show up to watch the smaller matches. It makes the fans crazy to “rub elbows with the big guys”—his words, not mine. 
Savannah’s face falls. “Oh.”
“Get dressed. Come with me.”
Her brows lift till they’re practically in her hairline. “Really?”
“Yeah. There’s even an after-party and everything.” I run my fingers down her arm and skim her fingertips before taking her hand in mine. “Some might even consider this our second date.”
She grins and glances down at our clasped hands. “Is this your way of asking me on a second date?”
“No.”
At her frown, I bring her hand up to my mouth and kiss the back. “Asking would imply there’s a chance you could say no. So I’m not asking. I’m telling.”
She rolls her eyes, but it’s impossible to take that seriously when a smile’s tugging on her lips like that. “God, you’re bossy.”
“Yep. Now hurry up and get your pretty ass ready,” I say, smacking her backside. 
 
An hour later, I’m sitting on the couch, channel-surfing as I wait for Savannah. I always thought guys were exaggerating when they said how long it took girls to get ready, but sadly, they were not. . .
I sigh and look down the empty corridor. The faint glow from her partially closed door lights the dim hallway, and if I listen closely, I can hear her flitting around her room, doing . . . God knows what. I have no idea what she’s doing in there that’s taking so damn long. She could be painting the Sistine Chapel by memory for all I know.
Geez, she almost took thirty minutes in the shower, and all she had to do then was wash stuff. And shave, maybe. I just don’t understand how something that takes me ten minutes, tops, could take her that long. By the time I got in there, it was all hot and humid, and it smelled like a strawberry bomb had gone off. 
And don’t get me started on all the shit she leaves next to the sink. My countertop’s been overrun by makeup, brushes, and hair contraptions that I think are supposed to curl your hair, but look more like medieval torture devices. 
Although it is kinda cool to see our toothbrushes sitting next to each other, like they’re buddies, or something. It’s . . . domesticated. And surreal. 
I like it. I like it a lot.
Heels click down the hallway and I look up, nearly swallowing my tongue. Savannah’s got legs for miles in sky-high black heels and a skintight black miniskirt, offset with a short-sleeved white button up shirt that can best be described as a “blouse.” I really have no clue if that’s what it is or not, but it’s prim and proper. V-neck, but not low enough to show of any cleavage, and there are goddamn ruffles on it. 
She looks like a sexy librarian. Her hair’s even piled atop her head in a messy bun.
My eyes lock on her red lips and darker, smokier eyes. It’s the first time I’ve seen her wear makeup—well, obvious makeup—and she’s just . . . beautiful.
I immediately scowl.
Her brows furrow as she glances down at her clothes, smoothing her shirt. “Is this okay? I thought, you know, since you said there was going to be a party. . .”
She’s a helluva lot more dressed up than I am, in my worn jeans, thermal shirt, and beanie, but it’s normal at these matches for the girls to dress up more. “No, it’s fine. You look beautiful.”
She frowns as I stand up and turn off the TV. “Then why do you look so mad?”
“Because I’m gonna be busy cock-blocking a lot of guys tonight,” I mutter, grabbing my keys off the coffee table. I watch the corners of her mouth tilt up and her eyes roll before gesturing for her to lead the way. She struts past me and my eyes are glued to her ass, to the smooth curves and the way they sway when she walks. I cock my head, frowning as I study her closer. “Are you even wearing panties under that?”
She opens the door and grins at me over her shoulder. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

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Aku hanya akan memperkenalkan diri Nya bibir merah muda yang sempurna ketika Hatebreed blares dari saku. Ianya Marcus.Saya mengerang dan drop dahi saya untuk miliknya, maka mencium ujung hidungnya dan mundur. "Saya, eh, ditumpuk semua barang-barang Anda di lemari. Saya akan pernah menyingkirkan segala sesuatu untuk Anda, tapi aku tidak ingin kau marah pada saya untuk pergi melalui barang-barang Anda, jadi... " Sebenarnya, saya tidak ingin dia marah pada saya untuk berpotensi menemukan vibrator nya. Saya suka kacang saya hanya cara mereka, terima kasih.Savannah mengangguk. Dia tampak seperti dia masih menyerap kamar nya baru, matanya cerdas melesat di sekitar, mengambil dalam setiap detail, dan hanya... menarik untuk menonton pikirannya bekerja. Aku sedang sekarat untuk mengetahui apa dia berpikir, tapi telepon saya terus berdering dan aku tidak ingin mengganggu pada saat ini dia sedang mengalami, jadi aku kepala ke lorong dan menjawabnya.Memegang telepon ke telinga saya, saya berkata, "Hei manusia, apa?""Lupa untuk meminta jika Anda sedang comin ' untuk berperang malam ini. Mendez versus O'Phelan. Seharusnya menjadi satu baik.""Shit." Saya menjalankan tangan saya selama jerami kasar yang mengotori rahang saya. "Aku benar-benar lupa." Aku kembali melirik pintu terbuka dan berpikir tentang mengundang Savannah. Saya tidak yakin apakah dia akan menikmati perkelahian, tapi setelah pihak selalu menakjubkan. Memang, itu biasanya karena saya tiga lembar untuk angin dan memiliki gadis atau dua membungkus di sekitar saya, tapi masih...I know without a shadow of a doubt it’ll be infinitely better with Savannah by my side, even if I don’t get laid. Although you never know. This could be our second date. I’ve promised her great things for our second date.“I’ll ask Savannah if she wants to go.”“And if she doesn’t?”“Then I’ll pass.” I’d rather hang out with Savannah here than not at all. Call me a pussy, call me whipped, I don’t care. It’s the truth.Marcus laughs. “You got it bad, bro.”You have no fucking clue.“Look, man, she seems like a sweet girl, and I’m happy for you. I really am. But are you sure this is her scene? I’m not just talkin’ about the fight, I’m talkin’ about after. You know how crazy these things can get, and between the drunk assholes and Jamie—who’s gonna be pissed, by the way—you gotta keep an eye on her at all times. You feel me?”“Jesus Christ, Dad, I know. I’ll get her home in one piece, I promise.”We say goodbye and I hang up as Savannah peeks her head out of the doorway. “Is everything okay?”I slip the phone back in my pocket and walk over to her. “Yeah, I just forgot about this match tonight.”At her narrowed eyes, I smile and say, “Relax, it’s not my fight. But I usually go, even when it’s not.” The owner likes it when the bigger names show up to watch the smaller matches. It makes the fans crazy to “rub elbows with the big guys”—his words, not mine. Savannah’s face falls. “Oh.”“Get dressed. Come with me.”Her brows lift till they’re practically in her hairline. “Really?”“Yeah. There’s even an after-party and everything.” I run my fingers down her arm and skim her fingertips before taking her hand in mine. “Some might even consider this our second date.”She grins and glances down at our clasped hands. “Is this your way of asking me on a second date?”“No.”At her frown, I bring her hand up to my mouth and kiss the back. “Asking would imply there’s a chance you could say no. So I’m not asking. I’m telling.”She rolls her eyes, but it’s impossible to take that seriously when a smile’s tugging on her lips like that. “God, you’re bossy.”“Yep. Now hurry up and get your pretty ass ready,” I say, smacking her backside.  An hour later, I’m sitting on the couch, channel-surfing as I wait for Savannah. I always thought guys were exaggerating when they said how long it took girls to get ready, but sadly, they were not. . .I sigh and look down the empty corridor. The faint glow from her partially closed door lights the dim hallway, and if I listen closely, I can hear her flitting around her room, doing . . . God knows what. I have no idea what she’s doing in there that’s taking so damn long. She could be painting the Sistine Chapel by memory for all I know.Geez, she almost took thirty minutes in the shower, and all she had to do then was wash stuff. And shave, maybe. I just don’t understand how something that takes me ten minutes, tops, could take her that long. By the time I got in there, it was all hot and humid, and it smelled like a strawberry bomb had gone off. And don’t get me started on all the shit she leaves next to the sink. My countertop’s been overrun by makeup, brushes, and hair contraptions that I think are supposed to curl your hair, but look more like medieval torture devices. 
Although it is kinda cool to see our toothbrushes sitting next to each other, like they’re buddies, or something. It’s . . . domesticated. And surreal. 
I like it. I like it a lot.
Heels click down the hallway and I look up, nearly swallowing my tongue. Savannah’s got legs for miles in sky-high black heels and a skintight black miniskirt, offset with a short-sleeved white button up shirt that can best be described as a “blouse.” I really have no clue if that’s what it is or not, but it’s prim and proper. V-neck, but not low enough to show of any cleavage, and there are goddamn ruffles on it. 
She looks like a sexy librarian. Her hair’s even piled atop her head in a messy bun.
My eyes lock on her red lips and darker, smokier eyes. It’s the first time I’ve seen her wear makeup—well, obvious makeup—and she’s just . . . beautiful.
I immediately scowl.
Her brows furrow as she glances down at her clothes, smoothing her shirt. “Is this okay? I thought, you know, since you said there was going to be a party. . .”
She’s a helluva lot more dressed up than I am, in my worn jeans, thermal shirt, and beanie, but it’s normal at these matches for the girls to dress up more. “No, it’s fine. You look beautiful.”
She frowns as I stand up and turn off the TV. “Then why do you look so mad?”
“Because I’m gonna be busy cock-blocking a lot of guys tonight,” I mutter, grabbing my keys off the coffee table. I watch the corners of her mouth tilt up and her eyes roll before gesturing for her to lead the way. She struts past me and my eyes are glued to her ass, to the smooth curves and the way they sway when she walks. I cock my head, frowning as I study her closer. “Are you even wearing panties under that?”
She opens the door and grins at me over her shoulder. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”