Page 42 of Love Legacy

“It’s okay, Sage. She’s not wrong. Or at least not entirely. I mean, we’ve talked about it. I do like you, which means I must not be entirely straight. I’m just not sure where exactly I fall. Still trying to figure this all out,” she rushes out, tension visibly melting from her shoulders.

Mel gives her a smile. “Well, whatever you decide, know you have plenty of support from us.”

I can see tears begin to well up in Naomi’s eyes, but she blinks them away quickly. “Thank you, Mel, that means more than you know

After a full and hearty dinner, Naomi and I make the drive back to campus. My mom sent us on our way with my warm clothes, some wine, and an insulated bag full of leftovers from tonight’s dinner and dinner from the day before. She was snoring softly from the passenger seat, having fallen asleep shortly after we got into the car.

It was pretty late. After dinner, my mom insisted that we stay for dessert, which turned into more storytelling about my youth. When my dad decided to call it a night, we took that opportunity to make our escape, promising Mel we would come back and visit again soon.

I pull up to Naomi’s apartment building, putting the car into park. I turn to her, shaking her gently. “Hey, Georgia, we made it back,” I say softly, rustling her out of her sleep.

Her eyes flutter open as she stretches out in the seat. “Hmm, the ride back went a lot quicker than the ride there.”

I laugh softly. “Well, maybe that’s because you slept the whole ride.”

Naomi grabs her purse and after-care goodie bag from the floor. “Thank you for today, Sage. For supporting me with this little act of rebellion. For introducing me to your parents. It was such an amazing day.”

I smile, leaning in to press my lips to hers, lingering for a moment before pulling back. “I’ll gladly do it again with you. I’m pretty sure my mom’s ready to adopt you too, so you’re always welcome back there.”

Naomi turns to exit the car, pausing with her hand on the door handle. “Sage? Do you want to come upstairs?” she asks, biting her lip nervously.

“It’s late, Naomi, I should probably get going.”

“You could always just spend the night?” she asks hopefully. “Alex is spending the weekend at her boyfriend’s place, and Idon’t remember Maeve saying she was going anywhere, but her car’s not in the lot.”

I look at Naomi in disbelief. If she was implying what I thought she was, this would be a huge step in whatever you would call our situationship. “Are you sure?”

She nods. “Positive, Sage.”Well, I’ll be damned.

I grin wide. “Let me park my car, and I’ll come upstairs.”

Naomi sits back, directing me to the overnight guest parking for the complex. I park my car and head up to her apartment, walking hand in hand with Naomi. Once inside, I hover in the kitchen, not sure where to stand or where to sit. I don’t want to push Naomi into more than she’s comfortable with, so I’m willing to let her set the pace.

She lingers in the hallway once the door is closed.

“We don’t have to do anything, Naomi, if you’re too nervous. We can just hang out and watch a movie if you’d feel more comfortable with that,” I call out from the kitchen.

After a few moments, Naomi rounds the corner, looking nervous as hell. “Sorry, I had to take a moment and collect myself. This is a big step for me.”

I hold my hand out to her, and she takes it. I pull Naomi into me, our torsos pressed together, my hands on her hips. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for just because you think I might want it. I’m willing to go at whatever pace you set. If that means waiting forever to move beyond kissing, then so be it. I like you, Naomi, a lot. And I’ll do anything if it means that I get you in the end.”

“Really?” she asks, throwing her arms around my neck.

“Really, you’re it for me, Church Girl. You’re unlike any woman I’ve ever known, and I mean that in the best way possible.”

Naomi hesitates briefly before pressing her lips to mine. Unlike our previous kisses, this one is aggressive out of the gate.I feel her tongue running along the seam of my lips, seeking permission. I part my lips, letting her in. Our tongues battle for dominance, unable to get enough of each other. Her hands make their way into my hair, fingers tugging gently on the short strands, pulling my head back and exposing my throat.

Naomi peppers kisses along my jawline and down my neck, using her light grip on my roots to guide my head. A moan escapes my mouth as she kisses along my neck, my hands drifting down to cup her ass. “Is this okay?” I ask, making sure to check in with her. She nods, and I adjust my grip, picking Naomi up and wrapping her legs around my waist. I place her on the kitchen island, standing between her legs.

My lips part, welcoming her tongue as she kisses me deeply. She grabs at the hem of my shirt, tugging upwards. I separate from her long enough to discard my shirt, Naomi pulling hers off before diving back in. She reaches behind me to unhook my bra, tossing it to the side. She pulls back, scanning me from head to toe. “God, you are beautiful,” she murmurs.

I blush a little. “Yeah?”

Naomi nods. “C-can I touch you?” she asks, a bit flustered.

“Absolutely.”

She reaches out, cupping my breast. Her thumb brushes over one of my nipples and I shiver.

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