Savannah & Dane's Bedside Banter

Brazzers

Savannah Stern, Dane Cross Pic(s)

The soft glow from the city beyond their window painted silver filigrees across the rumpled duvet, a silent audience to the night’s final conversation. Savannah Stern shifted against her pillow, her voice a low, melodic murmur that cut through the comfortable silence. “I can’t stop thinking about what you said to your brother today,” she confessed, her eyes searching Dane Cross’s profile in the dim light. A slow, easy smile spread across Dane’s face as he turned his head to meet her gaze, the familiar crinkles at the corners of his eyes deepening. “Which part, specifically?” he asked, his tone laced with a playful challenge that Savannah knew all too well. She gave a soft, exasperated sigh, a sound that was more affection than annoyance, and nudged his shoulder with her own. “The part about the old oak tree and the pocket watch,” she clarified, her words painting the memory in the air between them. Dane’s laughter was a warm, rich sound that seemed to absorb the room’s cool shadows, his fingers finding hers beneath the sheets. “You’re never going to let me forget that I’m a sentimental fool, are you?” he mused, his thumb tracing absent circles on her palm. “Never,” Savannah whispered, her own smile finally breaking through as she inched closer, their whispered words becoming the gentle stitches that bound the day shut. In this quiet sanctuary, their bedside banter was less about the words spoken and more about the profound understanding woven into every pause and breath.