Page 61 of Love Legacy

There are unshed tears shining in Sage’s eyes as she looks at me lovingly. “You really think I’m sexy as sin?” she asks, batting her eyelashes.

“You’re such a goober. I’m trying to be romantic, pouring my heart out to you, andthat’swhat you focused on?”

She laughs. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. I feel the same way about you. I mean, sure, you’re definitely sexy as hell, and you already know I feel that way about you, but that’s not what I’m referring to. I definitely think that I’m falling in love with you too.”

I get up from the table, walking over to Sage. I pull her chair back from the table before plopping down in her lap. “I’m crazy about you, Sage Carpenter,” I murmur, cupping her face in my hands.

She grins, gripping my waist, rubbing her thumbs over my hips. “And I’m hooked on you, Naomi Mae Williams,” she says softly before pressing her lips to mine. I return the kiss, pouring all my emotions into the moment. I had no idea I was missing so much out of my relationship with Josiah, but since being with Sage, I have no doubt that this is true love.

I pull back when I hear a throat clear behind me and look up to see our waitress standing near the table. “Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt. I can come back if you need a minute to order, but I did want to warn you that the kitchen closes in about an hour, just in case you might want to order dessert later.”

My face heats slightly from embarrassment as I stand up from Sage’s lap, returning to my side of the table and taking a seat. “I think we’re okay to order. At least to get an appetizer and drink order in. My girlfriend’s going to pick our food, but I want the Indian Sunset to drink.” The cocktail was vodka and rum-based, with mango and passion fruit puree and hibiscus.

Sage skims the menu quickly, ordering a glass of white wine for herself, and then vegetable samosas, smoked eggplant appetizers, and some sort of chicken kababs for us to start with. She then orders Lamb Butter Masala and Chicken Tikka Saag, with a side of garlic naan. The server takes our order before heading off to the kitchen.

“That’s so much food, Sage,” I say in a low voice.

She shrugs. “I figured this way, we could try a few different things. And if there’s any leftovers, we could get them boxed to go. I’ll eat them tomorrow, or my parents will eat them. Either way, the food won’t go to waste. I promise you that.”

I nod, taking a sip of my water. “So I have a question…”

Sage pauses as the waitress drops off our drinks, taking a sip of her beer. “Shoot.”

“What’s your middle name? You know mine, but I don’t think you’ve ever told me yours.”

“Olivia. My mom named me after my dad. His middle name was Oliver. I don’t think it fits me, but Sage Olive would’ve been a lot,” she says with a laugh.

The waitress comes by, placing our appetizers on the table and we dig in, eating and joking. I loved spending nights like this with Sage, just enjoying each other’s company, and I can’t wait to spend more like this.

After dinner, Sage and I made our way back to her parents’ house. Mel and Ken were still up by the time we got there, so we shared a nightcap with them and showed off our brand-new tattoos. Mel even teared up when she heard the story behind our tattoos. We talk about my plans for the winter break, including my plan to come out to my parents. She was so proud of me, notonly for standing up to them but for choosing to out and proudly love Sage.

Mel reassured me I will always have a place in their family, so no matter what happens with mine, I still have them, and honestly, I needed to hear that. I know that no matter what, I’ll always have my Grannie Mae, but there’s a good chance that by coming out, I’ll lose all my family and the community I left back in Georgia. But that’s okay because I’ve got a great family that I’ve made for myself here in the Northeast.

Eventually, Mel and Ken decided to go to bed, so Sage and I decide to just head to bed as well, since my flight is pretty early in the morning. Sage’s room was on the ground floor in their house and Mel and Ken were upstairs, thankfully. We both change into some pajamas before crawling into Sage’s bed together. I lay on my side, rolling over to look her in the eyes. “Hi,” I whisper, my eyes searching her face.

She scoots closer to me, grabbing my hip and pulling me even closer until our torsos press together. “Hey, Church Girl,” Sage says, trying to give me one of her signature smirks, the expression very half-hearted.

“I’m going to miss you a lot,” I say, reaching up, my thumb brushing against her cheek as I cup her face. She turns her head, pressing her lips to my palm.

“I’m going to miss you too, Naomi.” Her hand skates along my hip, teasing along the waistband of my shorts.

I raise an eyebrow, surprised at her brazenness. “Really, Sage? Your parents are home upstairs.”

She shrugs, her fingers dipping below my waistband and drifting down the front of my underwear. “They’re not going to hear anything unless you plan on screaming. The house is pretty soundproof, trust me. Theia’s snuck boyfriends in here enough nights without getting in trouble.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, my breath hitching as Sage’s fingers find my damp center, brushing against my clit over my underwear.

She grins, pressing a kiss to the underside of my jaw. “I’m positive. I won’t do anything if you really don’t want me to, but you can’t possibly believe that I’m going to let you leave for five weeks without making you cum for me at least once.” Her fingers stroke lazily against my slit, heightening my arousal.

“I want you, Sage,” I say with a bit of a whine, feeling desperate for a release. She rolls me onto my back, climbing on top of me and kneeling between my legs.

“God, you’re so damn sexy.” Sage presses her lips to mine, capturing my mouth in a hungry kiss. My lips part, granting her access as her tongue battles with mine.

She pulls her hand from my pants, grabbing at the hem of my shirt. I sit up in bed, allowing her to pull the top over my head. She immediately reaches to cup my breasts, her thumb brushing my nipples. I lay back in the bed, taking in a sharp breath as Sage’s warm mouth closes on my right nipple, her fingers toying with my other nipple. “Sage, I need you so bad.”

She chuckles darkly, looking up at me from under hooded eyelids. “I love hearing you beg for me,” she says, her voice thick with need.

“Less talking, more getting naked.” I reach out for the hem of Sage’s shirt, tugging it over her head. Her mouth descends on mine, pressing her lips to mine, capturing my bottom lip in her teeth, tugging on it gently. I let out a soft moan, reaching for the waistband of her shorts.

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