Page 69 of Our Hearts to Break

I hug my mom. “Thank you. This looks amazing. I love it. Nate will, too.”

The front door slams downstairs, and my dad shouts, “I’m home. Come eat.”

“Go ahead,” I tell her. “I want to call Nate on FaceTime.”

She flashes a sweet grin and closes the door as she leaves. I plop onto the couch and call Nate the second she’s gone. He answers on the first ring, shirtless and sweaty.

“Anxious to hear from me?” I ask, smiling so hard it hurts, holding out the phone so he can see my face.

“Always,” he says, sounding out of breath. “I was just…”

He lowers the screen to show his hard cock fisted in his other hand. “I was watching our porn. But now that I have the real thing... Wanna play with me?”

“I can’t. My parents are downstairs eating dinner.” I pan the room so he can see it. “My dad did this for us. He bought a Pride jersey. Can you believe it?”

His eyebrows raise as he looks at the wall of jerseys. “Wow. He’s not being an asshole anymore, huh?”

“No. I think he feels bad.”

“Well, he should,” he grunts, the screen moving with his hand. “Oh fuck.”

“Nate, are you kidding me? How can you carry on a conversation and still dothat?”

“Easy.” He makes a kissy face. “I get to look at you while I do it.”

I lean back on the cushion and watch his mouth open and close, seeing the hot-as-hell faces he makes right before he orgasms.

“Come for me, Nate,” I whisper. “Pretend it’s my ass… Fill me with your cum.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growls, his body trembling as an orgasm rocks through him.

Nate tilts the phone and lets me see the cum dripping down his cock, some of it on his hand and sheets. “I needed that, baby. Thanks.”

After his breathing returns to normal, I say, “Do you want a tour of our house?”

His eyes light up. “Our house? Fuck, I love how that sounds. Ours. We’re getting married after graduation. Like right away. I don’t want to waste another second.”

“You have to propose first.”

“Oh, so it’s on me?” Nate cleans himself up with a towel and tosses it on the floor. “Would you say yes?”

“What kind of question is that?”

For someone so sure of himself in most aspects of his life, Nate can be so insecure with me. It makes no sense. He has the face of a cover model, a pro athlete’s body, and a brilliant mind. But his heart is my favorite part of him.

No one loves me like Nate.

All-consuming and intoxicating.

He tucks a pillow behind his head, resting against the headboard. “Will you marry me, River?”

“Ask me again when we’re together. And I want romance.”

“Yeah?” Nate cocks his head to the side and chuckles. “Do you want me to ask your dad for permission? Sing you a song? Get down on one knee and tell you how much I love you?”

“I want the moment to be special. And for us to be together when you ask me again.”

“Now, I’m gonna make you wait.”

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