“I-” Savannah started, her heart racing in her chest. She wet her lips, her fingers fidgeting, holding the sheet tightly around herself. Her breathing was short and erratic, the tears already welling in her eyes. She’d fucked up, bad. This was it, this was what would end this. He wasn’t going to want to be with her anymore. She’d lead him on and he thought it was finally going to happen, and she couldn’t do it. Even though it was Blake, she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t fight the panic that was rising in her, telling her this was wrong, this was bad, she did not want this. “I-I th-” she was stumbling over her words, biting down hard on her lower lip. “I thought — I thought I- I did.” She swallowed roughly, her breath hitching. “I thought I could-I cou- I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she murmured, tucking her chin down and shaking her head. She let her head fall back, gasping for breath, “I’m not ready.” Savannah glanced at him, shaking her head quickly and retreating, running quickly to the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind her.