Page 20 of For Your Heart
There’s no tongue. Just our mouths moving together. I kiss him for a long time until Declan has had enough of being left out. Then he shifts Simon under him and takes over. I’ll hand it to him; he doesn’t dry hump our best friend, which is a feat in itself while kissing.
I keep myself wrapped around them as they kiss, staring at where their lips meet. Loving that Simon lets us do even this.
* * *
I wake up groaning.Declan is sprawled across me, scowling. “Stop dreaming about him,” he says.
“It was your dream,” I say and roll us back to our sides. We tangle together again, trying to hug away the hurt of his continued, prolonged absence. Maybe if we hold each other so tightly we can’t breathe, it’ll all go away.
“Was it my dream?” he asks.
“I think it was mine, actually. This time.”
He huffs, wrapping himself around me more thoroughly. When we’re like this especially, it feels like we’re a single person again. That we never split apart in our mother’s womb. I can’t feel just my legs but four legs, four arms, twenty fingers. I’m not sure if his fingers are scratching my back or mine his. Or whose breath is puffing where.
“I love you,” he whispers.
My chest tightens and I try like hell to hold him tighter. My muscles aren’t happy about it since I’m already straining from continuing to hold this grip. I hate when he hurts.
“Love you more,” I whisper in return.
I’m not sure if the shaky breath is his or mine. Maybe we take it together. Eventually, we get up and pass through the shower. We hug a little longer at our cars before driving in different directions.
He knows without me saying that I’m heading to Sage’s after work. I need the release. I need him to take away the pit in my stomach. Sage somehow manages to do that just by being his squirmy self. So eager. So excitable. So responsive.
I smirk thinking about it.
But fuck, he’s a wiggly little shit. He can’t stay still for the life of him. No matter how many times I threaten to restrain him…
Hmm. Maybe I’ll do that.
“You’re going to tie up your hookup?”
I roll my eyes.Get out of my head, you damn snoop. Besides, I know you’ve recently fucked someone. Want to talk about it?
Silence answers me. I smirk as I pull into the parking lot next to Sage’s car.
“No.”
I love when he pretends he doesn’t like it.
“Stop getting off on my sex life.”
Not a chance. You get off on mine. We share everything.
He snorts and I grin as I make my way to the gym. I don’t seek Sage out, but there’s no way to miss how he bounces around the gym. The man has far too much energy. It just pours out of him in waves. His smile is so damn wide all the time. His eyes wide and happy. Glittering.
He’s fucking adorable.
I don’t follow him home right away. Instead, I stop at Simon’s bookstore and put on my stalker hoodie. At least today I’m not disappointed. I see him as soon as I reach the window and peer in. He’s healthy. He looks like he’s taking care of himself. I can’t see his eyes. I wish I could.
My stomach drops as I stare at him. Turning away, I pull out my phone and scroll until I find the chat with the three of us. If I text him now, will he pull out his phone? Will he read my text? Or does he have the chat muted?
Deciding I can’t stomach the idea that he’s going to ignore me, I close the chat and drive to Sage’s house. My chest is in knots. My eyes burn.
Sage is a distraction when he literally throws open the door. I can’t help myself; I smile at his exuberance.
“Hi!” He bounces on the balls of his feet, his smile so damn wide I swear he’s shining. “Come in?”
