Sing to Me

Chapter Three

"Who else are you visiting while you're here?" Savannah asked Flint, they were outside tidying the gardens. Flint laid out the lawnmower and wiped his brow sweat.

"Uh," he paused and looked at her, she was so peaceful as she picked small weeds out and placed them in a container. "Just you honestly, and obviously Wilson I missed him." They were inseparable. Best of friends and then Savannah was introduced. To be honest both Flint and Wilson fell for Savannah, but Flint was the lucky one who won her over. It never put a divide between the two boys because they knew if they fought over her they both would lose her. It was easier for Wilson to sit back and watch them be together than try and split them apart.

When Flint left to pursue his career it broke Savannah. And Wilson was there to heal her. He professed how he felt, his love for her was deep and true, routing from their friendship and ending with how much he had fallen for her in secret over the years. Wilson knew he couldn't leave her and with everything else she had been through he never needed too. Everything in his world was right here.

When Savannahs parents perished in the fire here he was the brick to hold her together. If he wasn't there she was afraid that she would've been lost in this ranch alone. Flint coming home to having them engaged and to be married soon was crushing, it was his nightmares coming to reality. He knew deep down it would probably happen, but he was just wishing she would've waited for him. A foolish thought at that.

"I know he's missed you too." She said softly. She rested back on her hands as he started up the lawn mower. It was nice to have a hand around here more. She knows Wilson works hard to keep the money coming in, but being alone so much was getting tiring. She went to the porch to watch Flint clean up the lawn and he was dancing around with the lawn mower, making her laugh.

"Wanna go for a swim?" She asked as they finished up. The thought of her in a swimsuit was almost too much for Flint. The memories of her sweet tanned skin on his flooded his mind. The way her hands held onto his arms, or ran down his back when he pleasured her.

"Do you trust me enough for that?" Flint smirked and eyed her body, he had to tease her just a small amount. With flushed cheeks she smacked his arm.

"Not a wit, but I know you'll behave." She walked past him into the house to change and with a big deep breath he followed her up the stairs.

"See you in a minute." She winked and shut her bedroom door. To be honest the thought of Flint wet and only in swimmers made her hands shake and her heart race. She had to keep her physical distance from him. She hated she felt this way. A part of her thought she should just leave Wilson, not let either of them back into her life. But what good would leaving both of them be? She needed to find a way to have both of them in her life without it disrupting their relationship of three.

"Got a towel?" Flint called out to her.

"No can you grab me one?" She stepped out of the room in high waisted cut offs and a white tank, Flint was rummaging around the hall closet for towels. She chuckled and strolled into the bathroom. "Just these ones here." Looking up at him Flint was practically drooling at her.

"Hot damn..." he breathed out and he looked away forcefully.

"Let's go, I'm so hot." She complained, heading down the stairs. They hopped into her 65' ford truck, rolling the windows down and cranking up the radio.

"I missed this." He commented as he hung his head out the window. "Feels like we're 17... case of beer in the back-"

"Gosh darnit I forgot the beer!" She slammed the breaks and Flint slammed his head on the window jam.

"Ouch!" He cried out and Savannah covered her mouth in a gasp.

"Oh my god – Flint!" She had to hold back her laughter. "I'm so sorry." She started giggling and Flint pinched her bare arm. He couldn't help but laugh and he jumped out.