Page 27 of Forsaken Vows

“I hope it takes,” I whispered, just loud enough to be heard over our breathing.

Chapter 14- Zane

The smell of eggs filled the kitchen.

I stood at the stove in his oversized shirt—no bra, no panties—his scent all over my skin and this thick, fluttery feeling in my chest I couldn’t shake.

What we’d done was stupid. Irrational. Dangerous.

But I couldn’t stop smiling. I felt good. My body felt satisfied. I had never felt satisfied.

Sam sat behind me at the counter, shirtless, sipping coffee, like we hadn’t just crossed a line that couldn’t be uncrossed.

My hand dropped to my stomach without thinking.

I bit my bottom lip.

What if he really got me pregnant?

My brain ran wild.

Without common sense. Without thought of the consequences. It filled with names for our baby.

Something sweet, short, easy to spell.

No crazy spellings.

Maybe "Nova."

Maybe "Jax."

“What are you smiling about?” Sam asked, voice still scratchy from sleep.

I didn’t turn around. “Nothing.”

A beat of silence passed before I felt him come up behind me,warm hands sliding around my waist. One of them rested low—flat against my belly.

“Still nothing?” he murmured against my neck.

I stirred the eggs with one hand, the other still covering his. “Still nothing.”

Another beat. No one said anything else.

His hand didn’t move. And we both just stood there, in this dangerous little dream world we were building.

I knew I was being crazy.

But for that one moment, in his shirt and his arms, with his touch saying everything his mouth wouldn’t, I let myself believe this is where our happily ever after began.

Chapter 15- Sam

This was reckless, but it felt good.

We had said the first time would be the only time. Then agreed on just one time. Now we were five times in too deep, and I had her bent over the kitchen sink while I kissed up her spine and thought about how fucking stupid this was. But it felt good.

Her skin was warm. Soft. And when I grabbed her hips and felt her push back into me like she needed it just as bad as I did, any logic I had left went straight out the window.

I wasn’t even wearing pants. Just a towel that hit the floor the second I saw her rinsing off a plate, standing there in my T-shirt and nothing else.

---