Page 81 of My Best Friend Is Broken
We kiss for a while longer, pressed against the wall just inside our front door, taking our time exploring and enjoying and just being together without any agenda beyond wanting each other.
This is more than enough.
When we finally separate, both flushed and smiling, I rest my forehead against his and just breathe him in.
“Thank you for giving me a reason to want good days. For showing me that life can be something more than just surviving.”
His hands cup my face, thumbs brushing over my cheekbones with infinite tenderness. “You gave me that too. We gave it to each other.”
And standing there in our hallway, happy and whole and finally believing in a future that includes both of us, I think maybe that’s the most important thing love can do.
Not fix us or save us or make all our problems disappear.
But give us a reason to keep trying, keep fighting, keep believing that tomorrow might be even better than today.
And for the first time in longer than I can remember, I actually believe that’s true.
Chapter twenty-seven
Nicky
It’s late, and I’m sitting in bed scrolling on my phone while Liam is in the shower. That blowjob was hours ago, and I still can’t stop thinking about it. I still feel like I’m floating on clouds because of it. It was amazing. Incredible. It was Liam.
I hear the shower switch off in the bathroom, and my heart does a silly flip-flop. I swear if I was a dog, my tail would be thumping frantically against the mattress right now. Just at the knowledge that Liam is going to be here soon.
The door opens, and Liam steps in wearing nothing but a towel slung carelessly around his waist. So carelessly it looks as if it could come undone at any minute and tumble to the floor.
I lick my lips and drag my gaze up to Liam’s face, trying very hard not to linger on his chest. When I eventually reach his eyes, I find him smirking at me.
He knows exactly what he is doing to me, and he is doing it on purpose.
“Are you getting into bed or what?” I growl as I throw back the covers.
“So impatient,” he teases as he steps forward.
“You’d be impatient too if you had a drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend,” I grumble.
Liam’s smile lights up the room. “I do.”
And then the towel is gone, and he is in bed with me and my boxers feel like I’m wearing entirely too many clothes.
He slides right up to me, pressing our bodies close together. He kisses me and the room falls away. I love what he is doing to me and I’m very glad he is doing it on purpose.
He kisses and kisses me, tangling our bodies together until I’m spinning amongst the stars.
“I want to blow you,” I gasp frantically in between kisses.
He blew my mind in the hallway, and then we kissed and kissed and the moment sort of faded gently. Which was lovely and gentle and natural. But now I really want to blow him.
Liam pulls back from our kiss. He stares at me with wide and dark eyes. His lips are puffy and wet from kissing me and he looks so fucking beautiful I want to cry.
“I want us to make love,” he says. “Go all the way.”
My heart pounds so intensely against my ribcage that for a moment I think I’ve broken a rib, while simultaneously, part of me is amused by the juvenile phrase,Go all the way.
Then I realize it is perfect. Fitting. Parts of both of us are frozen in time, still sitting under the overpass. Teenagers who never got to grow up normally.
“I’m ready!” Liam says with a stubborn lift of his chin.
