jack's pov

by the end of the day, savannah had probably forced me into every store in rodeo drive to buy new clothes for london.

but despite that, today was probably the best day that i've had in a while. there's just something at savannah's company that makes me feel so relaxed and eased, and i could probably spend all week with her, if i could.

we came back to her apartment with various shopping bags each, yet only a few actually belonged to myself.

"i swear, shopping with women is a nightmare" i groaned, as i flopped onto the couch and intertwined my fingers on the back of my head.

savannah laughed, then took one of the bags that i was holding to her room, "good shopping is a sport, and guys should appreciate it more" she called out.

"yeah, you can repeat that when i see shopping in the olympics" i said back, and at this point, i knew that she'd be playfully rolling her eyes, instead of responding.

"hey, what are you doing?" i wondered, while still sitting down comfortably.

"trying on my favourite dress that i bought" savannah continued to speak from her room.

"...hey jack, do you mind coming in here and helping me zip it up?" she then asked, and i scratched the back of my neck.

"uh, yeah, sure" i eventually replied, just before i came into her room.

savannah had her back turned to me, and the white fitted dress that she was wearing, was unzipped, and revealed the back of her laced bra underneath.

i came closer and took held of the zip, that rested just on her lower back, while she moved her hair to one side of her shoulder.

"i just can't seem to reach it," she told me, and i began pulling the fragile zip higher.

"it's fine, i've got it..." i assured her.

the room abruptly overflowed with silence - excluding the sound of our breathing and the dress zipping up. i couldn't help, but focus on how perfect and gentle her skin looked. but the further the zip moved, the more the dress covered it up.

then my eyes helplessly gazed at her neck, and i suddenly remembered how soft her skin used to feel against my lips. i could tell that i was breathing quite heavily, by the time the zip slowly reached the top.

"thanks," savannah spoke, as she returned her long hair to dangling down her back. she quickly moved away from where we stood and went over to her mirror, to admire the white clothing.

she looked stunning. the dress fit perfectly around her curves, and memories of how hard it was for me to resist her at work a couple of weeks ago, rushed back.

"so, what do you think?" she questioned, while still checking out her reflection.

"you look incredible," i smiled, then shuffled my feet across the carpet to stand behind her in the mirror.

she was moving around, and looking at the dress in different angles. i ran my tongue over my lips, before gradually using one hand to move her hair to one side again.

her body froze, and i could see savannah watching my every move through the mirror. i softly grazed my fingers along the back of neck, and down to her shoulders, before bringing my face closer to breath down her neck.

my eyes glanced up at the mirror, as i could clearly see savannah's chest rising up and down. without hesitation, i placed a soft kiss on the dip between her neck and shoulder.

"you're so beautiful" i whispered, then kissed the same spot again.

i slowly swopped my arms around savannah's waist, and pulled her body closer to mine, "don't tell me that you don't miss how good i used to make you feel" i breathed, just before i brought my lips back to her neck.

"...jack, wait," she suddenly said, then turned around to face me. "...i can't. i mean, i know that dylan and i aren't on the best of terms right now, but i just can't do that to him".

i awkwardly scratched my head and lightly chuckled at her worried face, "no, it's okay. i should probably start, um, heading home any ways" i nodded, then began to leave her bedroom.

once i was out of sight, i pulled my hands down my face, and cursed at myself, as i quickly picked up my jacket. i didn't want to stick around any longer, so i just held it in my hands and went towards the exit of the living room.

"jack," i unexpectedly heard savannah say, and i turned around to see her walking closer.

she stood before me, as i slowly settled my jacket back down. i moistened my lips slightly with the tip of my tongue, as i waited to hear what she had to say.

"can't we just forget that just happened, and hang out a little longer?" savannah asked. "as friends?".

i sighed deeply with my eyes closed, since her response wasn't exactly what i was expecting. when i opened them again, she had a small small smile on her face, but i shook my head and grabbed my jacket again.

"i'm kind of tired, savs. so, i'll just call you in the morning, or something," i mumbled, while backing away from her. i watched the smile slowly fade away, but i soon turned around to walk to the front door normally.

i would have stayed, but after that rejection and knowing that i can't help, but have an urge to kiss her, whenever i'm forced to stare at her lips; i just knew that i couldn't.

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savannah's pov

after jack left, i changed into an oversized shirt and shorts, then continued to pack, even though it was now quarter to ten, at night.

i began to wonder whether lauren was coming back home tonight, so i picked up my phone to text her, but got distracted by the missed calls from dylan on my lockscreen.

there was a voice message left, so i held my phone to my ear to listen to it;

hey babe, it's me. i'm sorry that i haven't contacted you in the past few days. i've been such an idiot, and i shouldn't have reacted the way i did the other day. but, i've, um, done a lot of thinking, and i just really need to see you, and talk to you. so, i'll be over at about 11. i'll see you then, i love you.

i smiled lightly at the message, and held my phone to my chest, before the doorbell rang and i immediately went to answer it.

"hey" i happily said, and instantly embraced dylan with a hug.

"hey, i've missed you so much" he spoke over my shoulder and tightened his arms.

"i've missed you too" i told him, as i let him in and we walked to the living room. "sorry about the mess, i've just been packing for, ya know...".

"yeah, that's actually what i want to talk to you about" he scratched the back of his neck, while we both stood in the middle of the room.

"dylan, you don't have to apologise. i understand that you were in shock, and-".

"wait, let me finish," he interrupted, and suddenly held my hand lightly. he took a small breath, then gazed at me.

"i know that working at vogue is a huge dream of yours, and being your boyfriend means that i'm supposed to make way for your dreams, and-and stand by your side," he explained..

i stared at him questionably, while i thought about where he was going with all of this. "so, that's exactly what i'm going to do...by coming to london with you".

my heart instantly skipped an entire beat, as those words escaped his lips. he stroked his thumb against my hand, while i struggled to respond.

"i've never met anyone quite like you. you make me so happy, and i would never risk loosing that, and i already know that my work field is huge in london, so coming with you is basically an open window for me too" he nervously chuckled at my lack of emotion right now, then used one hand to fix his glasses.

"i've already dreamed of you being in my future, savannah, so we'll do this together. we'll move to london" dylan's lips curved into a smile, and he continued to hold onto my hand, and wait for my reaction.

before i knew it, i snapped out of my reverie of shock, and squealed before jumping into dylan's arms, and kissing his lips multiple times.

"you're amazing, you know that?" i spoke with a smile.

dylan chuckled, and moved some of my hair out of my face, "no, i think that that's you" he complimented.

"so, we're really doing this?" i questioned, and he happily nodded his head. "we're moving to london together?" i excitedly asked, and he laughed, then hugged me once again.

"yes babe, we're doing this" dylan sniggered over my shoulder, then unexpectedly lifted me up to spin me around.

i squealed with laughter, before he settled me down, and i locked my arms around his neck, "...i love you" i whispered to him.

"i love you too" he smiled, and then connected his lips to mine. i pulled apart, but kept my arms around his neck.

"i think this calls for a celebration" he said, with our faces inches apart.

"maybe in the morning, you can treat me to a special english breakfast?" i suggested with a smile and he smirked at my answer.

"yeah, i think i can make that work" he nodded. "but i was hoping we could do something else in the meantime?".

"really, like what?" i sarcastically said, and he nudged me lightly. "i'm kidding, come on, packing can wait until tomorrow" i quickly told him, and grabbed his hand to hurry into my bedroom.

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sorry for the long wait for this chapter - i've just gone back to school and it's a lot of stress, but i'm going to try and get through this story as fast as i can, just so that you guys don't have to constantly wait for updates. but i promise, i won't rush anything.

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