Page 82 of For Your Heart
I miss you too, my sweet Najee.
I even add a little kissy emoji.
Mom is already inside with Declan when I get into the living room. She wraps her arms around me, too, and we hug her tightly. “I swear, you two grow every time we’re not together,” she says, squeezing us tightly.
“I don’t think we’ve grown since we were seventeen,” Declan says.
“I know I weigh the exact same as I did when we moved here,” I say. “I weigh myself regularly.”
“He has to keep his sexy shape for the twinks,” Declan says.
I snort. Actually, Declan and I like to keep the shape we have. We’re quick and agile. Not incredibly strong, but by no means weak, either. It’s just our preference. This is the shape we like so we make sure to maintain it.
Mom steps back to look at us. We don’t miss her sigh. “You two look a lot happier than the last time I was here.”
The answer to why that is opens the door just then. Mom turns, and Simon wraps his arms around mom, picking her feet up off the ground. “Missed you, Mom,” he says.
“Aw, honey. I missed you too, sweetheart. Look at you!”
“Mom’s playing favorites again,” Declan and I say together.
“He doesn’t tell his mother about the twinks he’s keeping in shape for,” Mom says.
Simon laughs, putting mom down. “Twinks? Trust me when I tell you that twinks are not at all what they’re interested in.”
“Hey!” I say.
“Way to keep our secrets,” Declan says, shoving at him playfully.
Simon sways but walks into Declan’s arms, laughing.
Mom sighs with a smile. “Much better,” she says.
Simon meets my eyes, a smile on his sexy lips as he looks at me. I don’t need to be able to read his mind like I can Declan to know what he’s thinking.
“Yes. Much, much better. How it’s always meant to be.”
I don’t even care that Stommer is leaning against the doorframe with his hands in his pockets and a stupid smile on his stupid face right now. Not even he can break this moment.
Twenty-Six
SAGE
It’s beena few weeks since the first sleepover with Declan and Zarek. We’ve repeated it six more times since then, every time it gets hotter and hotter. While it’s very, very different from when it’s just me and Damon, it’s maddeningly sexy.
There’s a lot of confusion about which brother is which when they’re completely naked though. I literally don’t take my eyes off of Damon until he’s touching me, afraid that I’m going to lose track of which Whitaker twin I’m looking at. Which one is mine.
But perhaps one of the hottest things ever—the time I’ve come so hard outside of our own playtime—was when they had Zarek and I on our knees, pressed against each other, while they took us from behind.
Kissing Zarek. Damon kissing Zarek. Declan kissing me. Hands everywhere.
I groan at the memory. It’s fucking hot. So hot that I even find myself cursing internally. Something I try not to do. I’m not sure if that’s something that’s left over from my mother’s constant nagging about how her perfect son should behave or another reason. It doesn’t matter at this point. I am what I am.
Tonight is going to be different, though. Tonight, we’re meeting Simon and his boyfriend, Stommer. Though I’m pretty sure that’s not his actual name. Does it mean something? Is it slang for something? Like Najee is?
I still haven’t looked it up, but I keep getting the feeling I should. What if I don’t like what it means, though? Declan calls Zarek something too. Ehsan? I don’t know what that means either.
I’m nervous and my legs bounce while I wait for Damon to pick me up. It’s comforting to know that I’ll have Zarek there too, and he’s meeting Simon for the first time with me. There’s solidarity in that, right? And Declan will be there. I like Declan.
