“Wait.” Savannah paused. “He - he carried me?” “Yup! You should have seen him. His eyes formed hearts just looking at your drunk ass,” Linda suggested. “Nothing happened to both of you?” Savannah asked, her chest relieved at what Linda had told. “Nothing,” Linda confirmed. “And when you left earlier, you got him all confused. It took him nearly a minute to chase after you -” “He chased after me?” Savannah clarified. “Yeah, the poor thing was probably looking for you all over the hotel until I told him you got back,” Linda answered. “You told him I was back?” Savannah asked. Before Linda could answer, there was a loud knock on the door. Linda quickly opened it and found Alexander panting, still in the same shirt he wore last night. Alexander quickly walked towards Savannah’s room, and while looking at her, he asked, “Are you okay? Where did you head off to? Nothing happened between Linda and I -” Savannah’s face turned red. She wondered if her leaving was that obvious fo

The pounding in her chest was deafening. Savannah was certain she was close to having a heart attack with how her heart was racing. She sensed happy electricity running through her body. Why? She was locking lips with Alexander Jenkins. He tasted good, and she could not deny it. In her mind, she thought, ‘So much for getting over this man.’ She gave in and kissed back, her fingers digging through his soft hair. Savannah’s knees were weakening by the second as they extended that unexpected kiss. Her eyes were closed, feeling the moment. Sadly, however, someone had to clear her throat loudly behind them, interrupting her heavenly kiss. “Savy, honey. You have a boyfriend?” It was her mother, Shyla. “So this must be the special person you were waiting for to arrive,” Savannah’s father, Scott, said, his eyes studying Alexander. “Isn’t he - The US Open Champion?” “Ah, yes, Sir. Alexander Jenkins,” Alexander extended his hand and introduced himself. “Uhuh! No wonder!” Scott procla

“The best milker goes to my nephew, Finn!” Savannah’s grandfather announced, and everyone applauded. “The second who filled out two full buckets is Ben! Then the third, with one and a half buckets, is… surprisingly, Mister city boy. Savannah’s boyfriend!” More praises came about. While Alexander did not come up with the most milk, Savannah was glad. It was his first time, after all. “Excellent job, Alex! Not bad at all!” Scott clapped his hands. Standing next to Savannah and Alexander, he said, “On my first time, I only came up with half a bucket.” Alexander laughed, and he smiled brightly, his eyes sparkling as he responded, “Thank you, Mister Knight. I studied hard." “I bet you did,” Scott remarked. He directed his gaze at his daughter, giving her a thumbs up. He mouthed, 'I like him!' All the more, Savannah flushed. She mouthed back, 'Me too!' The milk had already been pasteurized and put in gallons of containers. All families at the party received their fair share of the milk

Alexander could not believe his ears. He froze in his stance as Savannah disappeared into the bedroom, littering her clothes on the floor. He gulped as he followed after her. On the bedroom floor, he saw her tennis shorts. Suddenly, his throat dried out. Before the entrance to the bathroom, he saw her underwear. He sucked in a breath, and repeatedly swallowed air down his throat, his forehead sweating for no reason. When he entered the bathroom, Savannah was already inside the glass divider, a silhouette of her naked frame was in his view. The sound of the water splashing against the tiled floor followed next, but it was nothing compared to the drumming of his heart. He was undoubtedly anxious. Over the past few days of spending time with Savannah, he realized how much he seriously liked her. Being with her was another level of contentment and kissing her was his greatest high. How much more if they were to make love? Alexander felt the tension beneath his underwear. He let out

Savannah was panting. Her face was sweaty, and she was a little upset, glaring at her boyfriend. She and Alexander were training at Carlos’ mansion with The Devil giving pointers on the side of the court. “This is not fair. I am playing tennis with a man who obviously is stronger than me, much faster, and has better stamina! My boyfriend is not letting me score!” She protested. Carlos chuckled and remarked, “It will help your strength. When you return to playing with the girls, you'll surprise them with your stronger swings." “Savy, babe. I’m sorry, I am giving you a hard time,” Alexander apologized. “Let’s go home and make up.” While Savannah sneered, Alexander winked at her. Carlos, on the other hand, shook his head, saying, “I better head to the company. Good game, both of you.” He glanced at Alexander, asking, “Tomorrow, shall we try having a match?” “You serious, Carlos?” Alexander asked. Carlos nodded and revealed, “Yes, I want to test my limit.” After Carlos left, Sa