Chapter Four Hundred and Twenty Two
He practically threw the folded napkin in his lap to hide what he thought must be the tallest raging hard-on ever.
He coughed. “You took so long to call. I honestly got worried that you wouldn't?”
Savannah smiled at him. "I'm sorry about that" she said. "But honestly, I just couldn't seem to make up my mind about calling"
"Why?" he asked.
"Well, I guess I was worried about looking desperate... Or something like that" she replied honestly.
"There's no need to feel that way" he said. "Believe me, if there anyone who is desperate between the both of us, it's definitely me"
Savannah smiled. "Yeah I highly doubt that" she said.
"I'm serious." Matt said. "I kept thinking about you. Wanting you to call. And if you didn't..." he stopped talking.
"What would have happened?" Savannah asked, still smiling.