Page 48 of Seven Lost Summers
Bianca smiles, turning her face toward him. Their foreheads touch, breaths mingling, and for a moment I can only stare at them.
I push off the bed, pull off the condom, and head for the trash can, my body still thrumming, my cock still half-hard, refusing to believe this is over.
When I turn around, they’re still there, tangled, silent. Nate’s hand rests on her hip, his other tracing slow circles down her spine. She’s tucked against his chest, fingers curled into him as if she belongs nowhere else.
For a moment, I wonder if I should move.
Walk away.
Give them space.
Pretend I’m not standing here, still reeling, still hard, still caught in everything we just did.
But I don’t.
I climb back onto the bed instead, moving slow as if any sudden shift might break it. My hand finds the outside of her thigh, still trembling. I press my chest to her back, bury my face in the curve of her neck, and breathe her in.
Nate shifts, and he stays silent, his hand finds mine where it rests on her skin.
We stay there.
Three bodies, tangled together, and for the first time in a long fucking time, I don’t feel so alone.
Chapter 9
Theo
It’sbeenfourfuckingmonths of Bianca owning every corner of my world, and I’m still here like a starving idiot, waiting for scraps. I’m knee-deep in a madness I never expected, and now it’s the only thing holding me together. Most days I can’t think straight, and the rest I don’t want to.
Last week, I told her I loved her.
I didn’t mean to.
Didn’t plan it. No sweet bullshit with candles and stars. No speech that sounded rehearsed but wasn’t.
I said it mid-fuck, with my cock buried deep inside her, Nate’s cum still warm on her tongue.
She looked at me like I was the only thing in the room that mattered.
And I completely fucking lost it. I pulled out, flipped her over, dragged her hips back against me, and slammed into her like I needed her to know just how far gone I was.
The words spilled out before I even knew they were there, torn straight from my chest.
“I fucking love you.”
And for the first time, the truth didn’t fucking scare me. It finally rang true.
She didn’t flinch. Her mouth curved into that soft, beautiful smile, as if I hadn’t already handed her my heart mid-thrust.
She said it back—told me she loved me too. She made it sound easy, as if choosing me wasn’t chaos or a storm she wanted to walk away from.
Nate hasn’t said it to her. Not out loud. But he’s told me—he loves her.
It was two nights ago. One of those nights when the silence felt full. The room still carried her scent, skin and sweat, the kind of heat that lingers long after it’s over.
We were stretched across Nate’s bed with a half-finished bottle between us and a joint burning slow in my fingers.
We’d all fucked earlier.
