Page 65 of For Your Heart
“Don’t do that,” he says quietly. “I’m not telling you I don’t want this. That I don’t want you. I do.” He laughs quietly. “Fuck, those are words I never thought I’d say to anyone.”
Everything inside me feels like a rollercoaster. Hope flares so brightly inside me I nearly choke on it.
“I like you too, Sage. I really, really do. We can talk tonight. When you’re done with your friends. Who you aren’t going to rush your time with. Right?”
I smile. “Yes. I won’t rush.”
“Good. Then I’ll see you later. All right?’
“Damon?”
“Yes?”
“Will you tie me up tonight too? I really need… I need you to…”
“Absolutely, Najee. There’s nothing I want more than to make you completely helpless while I fuck you into the bed until you come so hard you pass out in my arms. How about we try a gag tonight?”
I groan, my dick liking that a lot. “Yes, please.”
His chuckle is dark and sexy. “Go enjoy your friends. I’ll see you later.”
My chest heaves with arousal as I blink into the bright day, seeing nothing and no one around me. Jesus, this is an amusement park ride. No matter how much I think I should get off, I just hang on and keep going.
When I turn back to the doors, I find River and Jordan waiting for me inside. I return to them, stuffing my phone in my pocket and give them a wide smile.
Neither are quite smiling.
“I’m not sure what to make of all the emotions that played over your face just now,” Jordan says.
“Well, I can tell you I’m pretty sure I’m in love with him, and I know he likes me. He told me so. Just now.” My stomach dances so violently, I think I’m going to be sick. “But that doesn’t mean it’s going to be forever.”
“He told you that too?” River asks, frowning.
“No. We’re going to talk later. And have other activities. I just… I really do love him. I want him. He’s my person.” I look at River with wide, pleading eyes. “Tell me how to make him mine.”
Twenty-One
DAMON
What’s takinghim so long?
We already know what’s taking him so long. Her name is Tabitha. Simon has a girlfriend and while we have been good gay best friends and supported this new venture in his life, we hate it. I’ve never felt such raging jealousy in my life.
I stand beside Declan against our dad’s car. We just got our licenses, all three of us, but our parents don’t want us to have our own cars yet. Not even one between all of us. Mom won’t even let us buy one with our own money! She’s cruel. I totally mean that in the most loving way possible.
She doesn’t want the new freedom to get in the way of school. She’s not wrong. It totally would.
We see the moment Simon walks out of the school. There’s a blonde at his side, a smile on her face as she looks up at Simon with fucking doe eyes. She’s clutching his hand, their fingers linked, as Simon says something to her. She’s literally hanging on every single fucking word.
There’s no doubt in my mind that I hate everything about it. I kind of want to run her over. Can I call it an accident? A moment of psychosis?
No one should be able to hold his hand but me.
“Fuck you.”
And Declan. Obviously.
His disgruntled response is only half-hearted because his focus is just as hard on the same place mine is. I hate someone else touching him. My entire body tenses, as if I’m getting ready to pounce.
