Page 104 of Broken

The haziness reminds me of the times I get dizzy, but this is so much better. I never want to leave this darkness. Here, I’m cocooned. Safe. With him.

Eventually, I have to wake up though.

Eyes drifting open, I stare at him, watching him watch me as he whispers, “Thank you.”

I don’t have time to pout when I realize he pulled out. But because he can’t bear to be parted for long either, he rearranges my legs and then moves beside me. There’s no space between us. My body touches him all the way down, and there’s nothingsexier than him being naked, yet me being fully dressed except for my crotch.

Like before, I feel decadent.

I don’t care that my pussy is on display and that I’m leaking cum onto the sheets.

I’m happy. And I know that’s wrong.

Gianni just died. Tonight, we’re going to get justice for him. But I’m with Savio, and that’s all I need.

His hand comes to my stomach, palm gently pressing into the softness there. “Do you think?—”

The question comes out of the blue, but instinct has me resting mine above his. I know what he’s saying without him having to finish the sentence. “I hope so.” I bridge our knuckles, tying us together. “Are you okay with that?”

His mouth works. “I-I never thought I’d be a dad.”

“You didn’t know I was looking for you.”

He releases a shaky sigh, perhaps taken aback by my candor. “No. I didn’t.” A pause hovers between us before he eventually murmurs, “Thank you for finding me.”

I turn my face into his throat. “You can show me your thanks by being safe tonight. He’s a dangerous man.”

“I know.”

Neither of us says a word though. He could get hurt tonight, and I’m still not turning him back from this path I think we’re both destined to be on.

I just have to have faith. Faith that God will protect us and guide us to where we’re supposed to be.

“You’d like to be a dad?”

“With you as my child’s mother, yes.”

Those words have me nuzzling into him. “You don’t think I’m crazy anymore?”

“Oh, no, I do. But I think I’m crazy too.”

There’s no room between us, not even for offense. So I squeeze his fingers. “I love you as you are.”

“It’s strange to feel this much for someone I barely know. But… I do know you. It isn’t parasocial either. It’s just you and me. It’s right.”

“Maybe we knew one another in a past life?”

“You believe in that?”

“I believe in us.”

He clears his throat. “Anch'io.” Me too.

Happy with that concession, I kiss his throat. “You need to get ready for the service. I saw on the church notices that you hold confession twice today.”

For a man who despises his calling, he certainly maintains a fuller-than-usual schedule.

“Yes. Both will be my last.”

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