Forever Mine: Roommate Duet Series, #0.5

By Kennedy Fox

It's been ten years.

He hasn't stopped loving her for one second.

 

Seeing the woman who broke my heart a decade ago is something I'm not prepared for. Though I've forgiven Savannah, I've never forgotten what she did.

 

Now it's time to confront the secret she's kept from me. Though it won't be easy, I'm determined to make things right between us.

 

One night together is all it takes for our feelings to come rushing back. As memories of us flood in, truths are finally revealed. When the present collides with our past, I'll do anything to win her back, even when Savannah tries to run again.

 

This time, I'll stop at nothing for a second chance.

 

**Forever Mine is a 35k word novella that introduces you to the Roommate Duet Series. It's suggested to read before Baby Mine, but can be read anytime throughout the series.**

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kennedy Fox Books, LLC
• Release date: Mar 31, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386913184

Kennedy Fox

Kennedy Fox is the pseudonym for duo Brooke Cumberland and Lyra Parish, two romance authors who teamed up to write USA Today bestselling books. They share a love of Hallmark movies and overpriced coffee. When they aren't bonding over romantic comedies, they like to brainstorm new book ideas.

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CHAPTER ONE

SAVANNAH

The moment I open the curtains and see the waves crashing against the sandy beach, I have zero regrets about paying the expensive upgrade fee for an ocean view. The sun is shining, and the sky is clear. It’s perfect weather for a wedding, and I’m actually excited to celebrate my friend Lena’s big day.

Being back in my hometown after all this time feels nostalgic especially when I think about all the memories this place holds. After high school, I moved across the country to pursue theater, and I’ve only come back for holidays and weddings. It’s hard to believe it’s been ten years since I’ve called this place home, but even after all this time, a part of me will always be here.

A knock rings out on the door, and I’m quick to answer it, hoping it’s my breakfast. When I see it’s Donny, I frown.

Well good morning to you, he says with attitude. He purses his lips, cocks his hip, and then lets himself inside.

Sorry, I was hoping you were food. I’m starving. I close the door behind him.

Oh girl. You’re gonna eat today? He turns and asks me seriously, gazing his eyes up and down my body. I’m still in my PJs, so I glare at him for being judgy.

Um, yes? I kind of need it to like survive and stuff.

Not if you want to fit into that thing you call a dress you packed. He snickers.

Thanks for your support and all… I mock. But I’ll be fine. Now why are you here so early?

Uh, no reason. He immediately looks away, and I know he’s lying through his teeth.

Donny, I’ve known you for most of my life and know when you’re hiding something from me. So you either spill the tea, or I’ll just assume it’s nothing important. He lives for the drama, considering we both majored in theater arts, and he’s the king of blowing things out of proportion. So anytime I pretend it can’t possibly be interesting, he instantly caves.

Woman, you know me better than that, he tells me with a headshake.

Exactly. Then just tell me because once my food is here, I’m giving all my attention to my eggs.

Fine. He sits on the bed and pats the spot next to him. I purse my lips and take a seat. I might’ve run into Bobby Dillon last night. He bites down on his lower lip, and I laugh at his pathetic attempt at being coy.

What? How?

At the hotel bar, he explains. While you went to bed like an old lady at seven, I stayed up and enjoyed my youth.

I roll my eyes. It wasn’t seven, I defend. Seven thirty.

Okay well anyway, Grandma, we started talking and taking shots, and one thing led to another… He lingers, and I know exactly where this is going. Donny’s my best friend, but he’s also a manwhore—his words, not mine but true, nevertheless.

And you banged his brains out all night long, and now you’re avoiding him while he sleeps in your room? I finish his sentence.

He makes a face and crosses his legs. Something along those lines. He pretends to look at his nails as if they’re the most intriguing thing in this room.

I burst out laughing. You’re just gonna leave him in there?

Donny lies back on my bed like a starfish. I haven’t seen him in a decade, Sav, but it was like no time at all had passed. Bobby still has those luscious dark curly locks, facial hair that feels rough along my skin, and a mouth like…

Err, stop. Too much information. I hold up my hand. Did you know he’d be here?

Well, I might follow his Instagram page.

So that’s a yes. Stalker.

I didn’t know Lena stayed in touch with him. If I recall, she didn’t even talk to him except in chem class our junior year.

He works with her fiancé, and they asked him to do a reading during the ceremony.

Oh, I wonder who else from high school is here then? I ask aloud, though mostly to myself.

I haven’t stayed close to anyone since graduation except Donny and Lena. After I had my diploma in hand, I moved from California to New York to attend theater school and have been there since. Donny and I were both in the drama club, and when I got accepted into an acting school that specialized in stage performance, I couldn’t let the opportunity pass me by. Donny was chosen for a scholarship at the same one, so we took the plunge and became roommates. We met in middle school, and as they say, the rest is history. He’s the reason I was interested in performing arts in the first place, so it only felt right we did it together.

Though, pursuing theater in New York wasn’t the only reason I’ve stayed away from this town.

Considering Lena was quite popular and stuck around, I wouldn’t be surprised if most of our graduating class is here, he tells me, and it’s the first time I’ve really thought about the possibility of seeing him again.

I haven’t talked to anyone aside from you and Lena since I left. Doubt I’d even recognize them, I say, licking my lips and suddenly feeling nervous.

Well if you were active on social media, you’d know these things, he reminds me once again. I have pages for my theater photos and exploring New York, but they’re public so I don’t post anything too personal or follow anyone from high school. I’ve tried to leave that part of my life behind.

Before I can respond, there’s a knock, and I fly to my feet, then to the door. I’m relieved when I smell my food and tip the room service attendant after he brings it inside.

Donny looks at my plate, and his eyes widen. Are you eating for two?

Screw you, ass. Oh wait, you just did.

He throws a pillow at me, and I dodge it right before it smacks into the wall.

Just for that, I’m not sharing.

Ten minutes later, when my stomach is full and satisfied, I tell Donny I’m getting in the shower, and he better go get dressed if he doesn’t want us to be late for the ceremony.

I hope Bobby left… I hear the nerves in his voice and laugh. You made your bed, now go lie in it.

Ugh, you’re one to talk. He grimaces.

Whatever. I’m an angel.

Riiiight. Tell that to what’s his face from last month. He points a finger at me, so I twist his hand around to poke him in the chest instead.

What’s his face became an obsessive stalker.

Donny rolls his eyes. What number excuse is that again? Twenty-three? He coughs, then crosses his arms. You find something wrong with every guy you date, then run for the hills.

Not true, I say, walking to the shower. Lies.

"It’s because you compare every guy to him."

"Bye, Donny! Get out!" I groan and shut the bathroom door. I turn on the faucet and strip while I wait for the water to warm.

As I clean my body and hair, I think about him and everything I left behind, including our relationship. Though it sounds corny as hell, he was my high school sweetheart, and before I left for New York, I thought we’d get married and have kids someday. The day I left was the last time I saw him in person, but he was always on my mind even when I tried to forget him.

Ten years later, and I still sometimes think about the what-ifs.

We dated from freshmen year through our senior year and even the first semester of college. Our friends and family always said we were glued to the hip and constantly teased us for never being too far apart. I went to all his football games, and he watched every show I was in. Between practices and schoolwork, we mostly hung out on the weekends. His mom and dad became my second set of parents and vice versa. My family adored him, and I’m pretty sure they were more heartbroken than I was when things didn’t work out between us. I step out of the shower, wrap a towel around my body, and head toward my suitcase.

I know that look.

Jumping, I nearly lose my footing when I hear Donny’s voice before seeing him. Jesus! Why are you still here?

He stands and shows off his nicely tailored suit. I went to get dressed and have been waiting twenty minutes for your slow ass. Didn’t know masturbating took that long. You women have too many things going on down there; no wonder it takes a magician to get you off.

Funny. You scared the shit out of me, by the way. I tighten my towel, then shake out my hair. Since it’s long and thick, it takes forever to blow-dry. And it’s called a G-spot.

Sounds way too complicated for my tastes and really grosses me out, he says matter-of-factly, and it makes me snort at the irony.

Figured you watched enough porn to read us like a map. I smirk, knowing way too much about his personal habits.

Girl, no. I close my eyes during the scary parts. He makes a face.

I chuckle and dig through my suitcase for a pair of clean panties. My dress hangs in the closet, but now I’m questioning if it’s fancy enough for this occasion.

You’re wondering if he’s going to be here, aren’t you? Donny asks, taking me by surprise.

Huh? Who?

Donny tilts his head at me and rolls his eyes. You’re a great performer but a bad liar, sweetie. You know exactly who I’m talking about.

I lift my upper lip in a mock face and ignore him.

I’ve only been thinking about it for the past half hour while naked in the shower. That doesn’t mean anything, though.

I’ve wondered about him some through the years, yes. Wondered if he’s married, has kids, became a football star. Not sure how it’d be seeing him again after all this time, I say to the closet as I take out my dress.

Not married, no kids, and he played football through college and now works as a college football recruiter, Donny casually says as if he’s reading it off a notecard.

I spin around, narrowing my eyes at him. "You really are a stalker."

No, he argues pointedly. We’re Facebook friends, and I might’ve taken an extra interest when we got Lena’s invitation, wondering who else was coming.

I toss my dress on the bed, then twirl my finger in circles at Donny so he turns around.

I’ve seen your tits more than I’d like to admit, he groans but follows orders.

And I’ve seen your bare ass enough times to need to bleach my eyes, but that doesn’t mean I want to watch you get dressed.

Fair point. He chuckles.

I put on clean panties, a bra, and pantyhose before slipping into my dress. Wearing nice clothes is the norm for my shows and after parties, yet I feel out of my element.

Zip me, please. I stand in front of him with my back to his face.

Suck it in, he taunts, pretending to struggle with the zipper.

I’m going to junk punch you, I retort. "There’s plenty of room, and before you even make a comment, yes, I’m eating at dinner and dessert and probably gonna enjoy happy hour