Page 58 of Broken Hearts

Chuckling, I tip her face up to mine, dropping a soft kiss on her lips. “Yeah, I should. Not sure Alana will let me get away with skipping it to give you another surf lesson.”

“Hmmm,” she murmurs, kissing me again. “How come you didn’t surf this morning?”

Grinning, I pull her so she’s lying on top of me, my hands brushing the hair back from her face. “Told you,” I whisper. “I had other things in mind.”

Sage smiles sleepily. “We could’ve gone after.”

I laugh, sliding my hands down her back before wrapping my arms around her waist. “Well, a certain someone fell back to sleep,” I tease. “But also, you couldn’t come this morning, not with those waves.”

She pouts at that, letting out a huff as she says, “What’s that supposed to mean? I thought I did good yesterday.”

“You did,” I whisper, leaning up to kiss her. “But mornings out there aren’t for newbies,” I add. “We need to get you some more practice on the smaller waves first.”

She narrows her eyes as though she’s trying to work out whether she should believe me before turning and glancing out the large floor-to-ceiling windows at the ocean beyond. When she eventually turns back to me, she shifts a little higher, her breasts pressing against my chest as she says, “Fine, but you better give me another lesson soon.”

Laughing, I roll us over so she now lies beneath me. “Another lesson, huh?”

“Yep,” she says with a nod, her arms looping around my neck.

With a smirk, I ask, “Am I getting the same thank you present if I do?”

“What, dinner?” she asks, returning the smirk.

Grinning, I lean down and nip at her neck. “And dessert,” I murmur, before disappearing beneath the sheet to show her exactly what I’m talking about.

“So how bad do you think the questioning from Alana is going to be when I go over tonight?” Sage asks as she walks out of the bathroom, naked and her skin all flushed from the warm shower.

Sitting back on her bed, I take a second to admire the view, even though I’ve been enjoying it pretty much all night and all morning. “Depends,” I eventually say, laughing when I drag my gaze up to her face and catch the look she’s giving me.

“On what?” she asks, walking over to her open suitcase and grabbing some underwear.

I watch from my position on the bed, already dressed after being kicked out of the shower earlier, so Sage could finish, claiming I was distracting her. She’d done it with a smile, though, and considering I’d made her come again, I was okay with it.

“On how much you want to admit to,” I start. “Although really, this is Alana, so basically, you can expect a full interrogation.”

Sage pauses, her dress in her hand as she looks over at me. “And how much are we admitting?” she asks, and I don’t miss the worried look that flashes across her face.

I shuffle to the end of the bed, reaching out a hand as I take hers and pull her between my legs. Taking the dress from her other hand, I drop it on the bed before leaning in to press a kiss to her stomach, my hands gripping her hips.

“How much doyouwant to tell her?” I ask quietly, tilting my head so I’m looking up at her.

Sage smiles down at me, her fingers pushing my half-dry hair back from my forehead as her eyes search my face. “I asked you first,” she whispers.

I lick my lips, swallowing hard as I look up at her, wanting to tell her that I don’t care who knows about us. That she can tell the whole world if she wants because I want to keep doing what we’re doing.

“Nate,” she prompts.

Blowing out a breath, I stand, pulling her into my arms. “I don’t know,” I eventually admit because as much as I might want this to continue, I know it can’t, that it won’t. Not when Sage’s time here has an end date on it.

“Are you…” She trails off, looking away.

I duck my head to catch her eye. “Am I what?”

“I don’t know,” she says, shrugging, her cheeks turning pink. “Are you embarrassed or whatever?”

“Embarrassed? Why would I be embarrassed?”

“I don’t know,” she says again, the color on her cheeks darkening.

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