Page 64 of Broken Hearts

“Oh my god!” she moans, covering her face with her hands. “They were my dad’s.”

I can’t stop the laugh, tugging her hands away from her face. “It’s not that big a deal.”

“Yes, it is!” she says, slapping at my chest. “We had sex using my dad’s condoms, holy fuck.”

I’m laughing harder now as I pull her closer. “It’s not like he’s gonna find out,” I whisper, my mouth at her ear. “And I mean, they were there, so…”

Sage groans as she buries her face against my neck. “Nate! Stop! I cannot believe my dad was having sex,” she mumbles.

“We’re having sex,” I point out to her.

She lifts her head, hitting me with a look that only makes me laugh again. “Yeah, but you and me are like…I don’t know, supposed to be having sex.”

Chuckling, I drop a quick kiss to the end of her nose. “Well, in that case, we should probably go have sex then,” I tell her.

She rolls her eyes at this, but she’s smiling as she stands, holding her hand out to me. Sliding my fingers into hers, I let her pull me up from the couch. Together, we walk back to my bedroom.

“You know,” she starts, her hand still in mine. “We could’ve still done this at my place.”

Confused, I raise a brow in question.

Sage licks her lips, her cheeks darkening a little. “I mean, I’m on the pill,” she whispers. “And I’m…well. Shit, are you sleeping with anyone else?”

“What? No,” I say. “Are you?”

“No,” she replies, shaking her head. “Just you.”

“Me too,” I reply, my words low.

“So, I mean…” She shrugs now, as though she isn’t sure whether she should say it.

I’m not sure if it’s what I think she’s trying to say or what it might mean if she is. And I’m definitely too scared to ask. “We barely know each other,” I whisper, even though that no longer feels true.

And it’s like Sage can read my mind when she says, “Do you really believe that?”

“No,” I reply even as I’m nodding my head.

Sage steps closer, both of her hands resting against my chest. I know she can feel my heart pounding against my ribs like it’s trying to break free. When she looks up at me, her eyes are dark, and I watch as she licks her lips.

“I…I trust you, Nate.”

Her words are barely audible, but I still hear them loud and clear, as they echo inside my head.

I trust you.

No one has ever said those words to me.

Ever.

And I can’t even begin to describe what hearing them makes me feel as I grab her face in my hands and crush my lips against hers. Sage groans into my mouth, her hands curling into my T-shirt as I kiss her hungrily, desperately, our teeth and tongues clashing as I try to get closer to her.

We tear at each other’s clothing, only stopping our kisses to pull things off, our hands and lips constantly touching some part of each other.

When we’re both naked, Sage puts her hand against my chest and pushes me down, so I am now sitting on the bed. I watch as she moves to straddle me, her eyes locked with mine.

“Are you…” I pause, swallowing hard. “Are you sure?” She doesn’t answer, just kisses me deeply as she grips my dick, lifting her hips before she slowly lowers herself onto me. “Fuck. Fuck, Sage, I…”

I don’t know what to say. Have no idea what I’m even trying to say, because I don’t think I have ever felt anything like what I feel in this moment right now.

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