Savannah looked into his eyes. Kissing him did feel right. She missed his touch. She missed the feel of his fingers. She missed her best friend who saw her at her worse. And left her at her worse. But was slowly back. Sort of. Yet when he spoke, Savannah wanted to believe him but she knew he had been drinking.
"Say it again tomorrow," Savannah told him. If he still meant it then maybe it meant something.