Savannah’s POVThat night, I barely got enough sleep and it seemed as though I was having an internal battle, and by morning, the silence continued. It sat between us like a third person at the table, the almost, the window, the thing neither of us were naming.Neither of us spoke a single word about what had taken place on that bed the night before, and to make things worse, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t seem to be able to look him in the eye.When it was time for breakfast, we worked in the kitchen in a tense silence. I poured the coffee while he handled the toaster, our fingers careful not to touch as we sat at the island.“Savannah,” Julian began, finally putting an end to the overbearing silence. He set his coffee mug down, while leaning his broad shoulde
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