Naya/Heather Fic: I Am The Liar and You Are The Saint Chapt 9/?
Title: I Am The Liar And You Are The Saint
Rating: NC-17 (rating change just for this chapter)
Summary: She had become an expert at putting on a face when she was around Heather. Naya just hoped it was enough for people not to realize it, because honestly Heather was wearing her down.
Pairings: Naya/Heather, Other: Heather/OC, Naya/Mark, Side Dianna/Lea
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, this is a complete work of fiction. These two are not a couple… unfortunately.
Spoilers: Season 1 and Season 2
Word Count: ~5,300
Warning: Angst!
A/N: First off, again I am super surprised how fast I had written this chapter. I guess inspiration just hit me. All this Brittana news has been extremely exciting, however I can’t say that the happiness of this news will reflect into this chapter unfortunately… Oh gosh here goes nothing… This chapter is certainly a daring one, so I do hope everyone bears with me. I just hope you don’t hate me after! I’m not sure if any Heya fics have done this before, so I’m praying I’m not pushing the line with you fans.
Anyways, happy reading!
I Am The Liar And You Are The Saint
Chapter 9
For the first time in a long time, Heather was pretty sure she was snoring while she slept. She only snored when she was either dead tired or if she was completely wasted. In this scenario, both were true. Her body was strewn about the bed in a rather odd position that would seem uncomfortable to most. Her legs were spread apart and angled awkwardly while her left arm dangled off the edge of the mattress. Limbs bent in such angular positions made her seem like a crab with only four legs. The blonde didn’t really care as she just wished to sleep forever. She hadn’t had a clue of all the events that happened last night. All the little details and emotions smudged together… Heather only could pinpoint the presence of the musky smell of Nate, but more distinctly that cozy scent of Naya. Mmm… Naya… Heather smiled lightheadedly into her pillow. She would worry about her foolish actions in the morning, as she was quite confident there were many. Now, she wanted to will herself back into a deeper sleep so she could dream of the girl in a place where no one would find them.
She knew she shouldn’t be dreaming of her best friend like this… Fuck, she shouldn’t be dreaming about her at all. Naya was confusing her brain which caused her brain to confuse her heart. She was having the worst time sorting out what all this meant. Oh just stop thinking and sleep… But before the snores could return, a fog horn seemed to blow off just when she swore she could feel Naya’s creamy palms covering hers. She groaned loudly and pulled her pillow over her head in attempt to block out the deafening sound. As the sound was summoning her from her slumber, she started to feel her head begin to pulsate and her body feel oversensitive. No fucking way it was already morning…
Heather felt shifting next to her, the sheets pulling away from her body causing cool air to hit her bare back. Her eyes flew open and she was suddenly not so tired. Who did she leave the party with last night? She tried to recollect who brought her back home and who was now lying next to her in bed. Heather felt a familiar hand glide across her lower back, reaching awfully close to the cushion of her ass. She remained still and hidden underneath her pillow. She wasn’t sure why she was hiding. Well, she was trying to block out the light and the shrieking noise of her alarm clock, but she shouldn’t be hiding from her companion.
“Heather… I think we need to get up soon…” a recognizable voice grumbled, teasing Heather awake.
“Mmm… no,” Heather mumbled into the mattress.
A low chuckle. “Come on, babe. Rise and shine…”
Heather pulled her pillow off her head in a fast, swift movement which surprised the figure next to her. She shot up, her hair disheveled and tangled over her eyes, and the comforter slid off her body. Heather fisted her pillow angrily, annoyed that she had been woken. She now noticed that she was completely naked as the chilly air of her bedroom tickled over her bare breasts, causing her nipples to harden. She was suddenly confused on where her clothes could have gone and then it hit her. Oh shit…
“I didn’t mean that literally, babe… Aren’t you just a sight in the mornings?” Nate chuckled at his girlfriend as he put heavy hand low on Heather’s hip. He stroked his thumb where her pelvis and upper thigh creased together in her sitting position. It was daring closer to the flat part of her abdomen about two inches below her belly button. Heather looked down at where Nate was touching, and she was glad her annoyed grimace was hidden under that mess of blonde locks. She reached behind her and slapped her alarm off. She flopped back onto her bed. Her hangover was too large, preventing her to get ready just yet.
“Work sucks…” she moaned, childishly.
“As much as I would love for you to sleep in with me, you should get ready soon…” Nate said lovingly.
“Nuh-uh… you’re my boyfriend, not my mom. Tell me to stay home with you,” she said cuddling into his broad warm chest. Nate chuckled deeply.
“Ah, don’t say that babe. I love your mom, but that’s just weird… I wish you could stay home with me, but you know what you gotta do. You have to be the man of the house, since obviously I can’t find a job,” Nate said poking fun at himself. He pulled Heather in closer, savoring the feeling of her soft bare skin against his. It felt heavenly and he smiled. Nate continued to let his palm drift about Heather’s slumbering figure.
“Shhh…” Heather hushed, pressing a finger to her lips. Her eyes were still closed while she spoke, “Use your inside voice… you’re too loud…”
Nate smiled at his girlfriend’s adorableness.
“And you are hung-over…” he prodded.
“Again, stop shouting at me,” she whined nuzzling her nose into his chest. He simply held her happily. He was the luckiest guy in the world, literally. Since they came home last night, Heather had been more than loving with him and he was forever grateful for whatever Naya did to knock some sense into his girlfriend. Even though she was drunk, Nate still appreciated the attitude change.
“Naya has some sort of magical power… Whatever she said to you last night really just made my life heaven again,” Nate sighed contently with a smug smile playing on his lips. Heather’s eyes shot back open and she sat up in Nate’s arms, looking down at him daringly.
“What are you talking about?” Heather asked sternly.
“You know what I’m talking about. Last night… and how you completely rocked my world,” he said jokingly and he squeezed her ass playfully. Heather swatted his hand away, stressing the topic.
“No, what happened with Naya?”
“Wait… Naya didn’t talk to you last night?” Nate’s voice switched back to serious.
“Was she supposed to?”
“Well, I assumed that… I, uh…” Nate fumbled a little.
“Nate, what did you do?” Heather interrogated.
“I just asked Naya for a little advice… She obviously did something, because last night babe… gotta tell you it’s gonna be tough to top that,” Nate said wagging his eyebrows up and down. Heather furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. She sifted her mind through the faint images left behind from last night.
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Nate could not put his key in the god damn lock any slower. Heather’s lean body was getting heavier by the second as gravity was further pressing her down into Naya’s supporting arms. The smaller girl was practically carrying her as she held her drunk friend upright. Heather was on the brink of slumber as she mumbled warm incoherent words into the curve of Naya’s neck. The Latina was surprised by her own strength to hold the blonde while simultaneously keeping her weak knees from buckling underneath her. Heather’s soft, peachy lips were tickling Naya’s pulse point and she was getting all sorts of dizzy; an effect much more potent than any alcohol she had ever had before.
“Hey… Nate,” Naya said through gritted teeth as she shifted Heather’s position to give her arms some relief. “Do you mind speeding this process up a bit? Your girlfriend here is gonna flatten me like a pancake any second now…”
“Sorry, had one too many Jack and Coke’s,” Nate slurred and Naya rolled her eyes.
“I like Naya’s pancakes…”Heather mumbled, and Naya felt her smile against her neck. Her warm breath hitting the sensitive skin there made Naya shiver. “Nate, you need to learn how to make pancakes like Naya. Yours taste like flat circles of chalk…”
“I’ll make sure to work on that next time, babe,” he grumbled as he finally unlocked the door and entered their house. Nate tossed the keys on the side table in the entryway and took off his jacket, not turning back to help the struggling Latina drag the drunken blonde across the threshold.
“Thanks for the help…” she mumbled in aggravation. Then she grunted louder, “Where should I put her?”
“Oh, on the couch is fine,” Nate said rubbing his tired eyes as he plopped himself down on a lounge chair.
Naya shuffled their two bodies over to the couch. She tried as gently as she could to lay the girl on the plushy furniture, but Heather’s dead-weight made her fail miserably as she was pulled down with her. The air was knocked out of her lungs temporarily as she was forced on top of her friend. They were a mess of tangled limbs and Naya tried desperately to recover. As she pushed herself off of the blonde, she was immediately pulled back down again.
“Aw, Naya! I love you too!” Heather drunkenly exclaimed loudly. She flung her arms back around Naya’s neck and pulled her close into her body.
“Shhh... You’re gonna wake up, Ashley. You know she’ll pissed in the morning if you do,” Naya whispered knowingly, their faces inches apart. Naya’s chocolate eyes ran over every laugh line and crinkle of Heather’s beautiful face. She had to bite her lip to prevent herself from smiling foolishly down at the sight below her. Naya knew what she had said to be a fact as she had gotten to know Ashley fairly well now. She remembered many occasions when she and Heather stayed up till the early hours of the morning watching movies and chatting away in this living room. Naya would always encounter the very grumpy roommate in morning. The sight was never pleasant on Heather’s normally goofy friend.
“Oh Ashley smashly…” Heather garbled as she swatted at Naya’s nose. Heather attempted to pull her in closer, but Naya resisted as she looked over to Nate who was watching intently with sad, tired eyes.
“Okay… you definitely need to go to sleep,” Naya said as she freed herself from Heather’s torturing arms.
“I’ll see you in the morning,” Naya said making her way to leave. Then she turned to Nate, “Make sure she’s okay?”
“Yeah… of course,” he said softly. “Travel safe.”
Naya nodded and gave a smile small. Before she could make her way to the door, she felt long, lovely fingers encircle her wrist lightly.
“Don’t go…” Heather spoke in a soft whisper.
Naya’s breath caught and her face crinkled into an expression of pain. She was grateful she was turned away from both Nate and Heather. She didn’t know how this whole moving on thing was going to work out, but so far it was pretty damn hard. She took a quick glance up at the ceiling before turning to face her sleepy friend.
“I can’t, the taxi’s waiting for me outside. I said I would only be a minute,” Naya replied in her best sweet voice, she wished Heather would free her.
“Just stay the night… Nate won’t mind. Right, Nate?” Heather called out to her boyfriend, her eyes glued to Naya.
Nate simply shrugged. “It’s whatever you feel comfortable with, Naya.”
Naya knew Nate meant what he said, but she couldn’t help but feel that his eyes telling her otherwise. She glanced between the two tired figures. She would make the mistake of her life if she decided to stay. She couldn’t give in. Listen to Lea; you need to move on… Naya thought back to her friend’s expert advice.
“I really shouldn’t, Hemo. We have a long day in store for us tomorrow and its best if we get the most rest we can.” Before Heather could protest, Naya swiped her hand back and headed back to where she entered.
Heather sat up watching her friend go and called out as the girl was halfway out the door, “Naya…”
Naya paused, hesitant as she felt pulled in either direction. She hated being so torn all the time. Fuck, she had to give this up.
“Goodnight, Heather... and Nate. I’ll see you soon,” she spoke softly from the entryway and closed the door behind her, hoping she was closing two years of heartbreak.
As she heard the door shut Heather laid back down slowly, almost mechanically. Her eyes were glued open, fixated on the spinning textures on the ceiling. Her drowsiness seemed to vanish as now she could only think about Naya’s urgency to leave. She wasn’t sure why it hurt so much when her friend walked out of the door. She knew she would see her tomorrow, but she had felt abandoned and forgotten. Heather had immediately missed her strong thin arms around her waist and her scent that wrapped around her like a blanket. She smelt warm and enticing, with a heavy essence of fresh raspberries mixed with coffee beans. There was an extra hint of something spicy in the way Naya smelled. Something like gingerbread cookies or cinnamon sticks… Heather thought it was rather lovely, and comfortingly familiar. Whenever she came across any of those elements in their physical form she was instantly reminded of Naya. Because to her the smell belonged to Naya and only she could own such a heavenly combination of scents. She felt a peculiar tugging at her chest and her tummy churned uncomfortably. Too much Smirnoff tonight… she simply thought. Tonight had been a strange accumulation of events and she honestly couldn’t remember everything that had happened or how many shots she had…
Heather pouted and strung her arms around her waist like Naya had when she carried her inside her house. It wasn’t the same. She smacked her forehead and groaned in frustration. Why the fuck did she feel like this?
“Time for bed?” Nate piped up sensing her discomfort.
Heather simply nodded and moved to get up. She was having a hard time figuring out where her feet were and the room was going in circles like a merry-go-round. Thankfully Nate helped her up. He guided her slowly and carefully up the stairs to the bedroom, a light hand at her back directing her the whole way. He sat her gently on the bed and proceeded to change out of his tired clothes. Nate had removed his tie and shirt when he turned to see Heather unmoving and staring off distantly.
“You gonna change, babe?” he called softly over his shoulder.
“Too lazy…” she moaned and she fell back, her body meeting the mattress in light thud. Nate chuckled and moved towards the exhausted Heather.
“Come on… lemme help you. It’ll be no use if you get this ridiculously expensive dress all wrinkled up.”
He leaned down and slipped off her tall black heels. He worked his way up and pulled Heather back into a sitting position. Her perfectly twisted bun was now in a heaping hive on the top of her head. Nate smirked a little at his girlfriend’s tired face and worn out expression. Heather lifted a heavy hand up to her mass of tangles and pulled at the ties and pins that held the exhausted strands up. Once all removed, Nate admired how Heather still remained glowing even through chaotic cascades of hair. If anything it just made her look more exotic. He ran his hands around her waist before unzipping the silver zipper at her side. The material that had clung closely to Heather’s curves loosened considerably. Nate lifted her up off the bed so he could pull the article over her head.
Brushing her thighs lightly he began to roll the dress up. Heather lifted her arms up in compliance as Nate pushed up the material over her breasts. Nate noticed Heather wasn’t wearing a bra and it made heat rise to his cheeks and lust to his eyes. When the article of clothing was completely removed, he tossed in aside. Fuck wrinkles, he thought as he was now mesmerized by his girlfriend’s taught body and plump breasts.
Heather still drunk off her ass wasn’t fully focusing on her boyfriend’s evident needs. The look was all too familiar. Dilated eyes, sweat beading at his forehead, and an obvious bulge in his pants. Nate began planting kisses on her shoulders and along her neck, Heather simply clutched onto his shoulders so she wouldn’t collapse from the spinning of the room. Nate read the gesture differently and continued roughly, rolling his thumbs harshly over stiff nipples. Heather, on the other hand, was still trying to battle away the images of Naya that kept on invading her mind. She wanted badly to forget about her and focus on the man she loved who was trying to arouse her body. But a large part of her didn’t want to and wasn’t letting her forget. Not completely aware what was happening, Heather simply let Nate have his way with her.
Rough, strong hands roamed invasively about her body as he pulled her flush into him. He frantically laid her back down onto the bed, his actions becoming sloppy with desire. He tugged down at the only garment that remained on her body, leaving her completely vulnerable. Nate straddled Heather’s naked body, his erection pressing firmly through his pants against her abdomen. Heather let out an uneasy breath as Nate ground his hips into hers. He was a mess of moans and groans, and to be honest it was kind of boring the dancer. Heather knew he wasn’t going to be able to contain himself much longer as he reached for his wallet in his back pocket. Heather’s eyes were half open, but she could distinctly hear familiar crinkling and unzipping as Nate found what he was looking for. Nate’s heavy body returned back onto Heather’s except this time skin met skin. He leaned down to capture Heather’s lips, but ended up crashing their foreheads together painfully. The two both scowled in pain.
“Sorry…” Nate mumbled.
Heather didn’t have time to respond because Nate’s lips were suddenly on hers. It was a slow and meaningful kiss. Heather felt that Nate was trying to tell her something as his lips glided effortlessly against hers. She felt his sadness and longing, as if he missed her. But she was with him all the time; he shouldn’t be missing her… He flicked his tongue against her bottom lip, but Heather didn’t grant him entrance. Every time Nate used tongue, it would always lead to a sloppy mess making her feel like she was drowning. She had told him out right before that she was simply not a tongue person, convincing him that such swap of saliva grossed her out. Really though it was because he never seemed to learn properly. And believe her, they’ve practiced plenty…
Nate finally broke the kiss just when Heather was sure she was going to blackout from the lack of oxygen. Her breaths were deep and long and Nate started to work on her neck again. He sucked and bit softly at her pulse point. Heather mentally frowned at the realization that a mark would be evident there in the morning, but her drunk self did nothing to protest. Heather furrowed her eyebrows trying hard to focus on the sensation. Should she be trying this hard to be turned on? She was getting nowhere. Heather started to think of images to get her hot and bothered. Through her “ways to get horny” flip book, Naya’s adorable dance suddenly popped up out of nowhere. As the image swam in her mind, she let out a surprisingly loud moan. It was almost unearthly and the deep throaty noise shocked her.
She was confused to say the least, but being drunk and stupid she embraced the tactic, encouraging her mind to pull up more pictures of Naya. She knew she would regret this later, if she could even remember what happened in the morning. Nate had one hand squeezing her breast and the other fiddling with her belly button ring, all the while still making hickeys on her neck. Her moans became more frequent and more erratic as she was matching Nate’s touches with the memories of Naya playing in her mind. Things were becoming much more vivid and all too real to Heather that it was beginning to scare her. Her potent memories were making her feel Naya’s breath tickle her ear and her fingers thread through hers. She felt a finger slide over the now wet and overly stimulated folds between her legs. She let out a whimper and broken cry of pleasure.
“Oh god… H-Heather… you’re so…” Nate couldn’t finish his fragmented sentence as he gulped at the sight of his girlfriend. After all the times they’ve done it before, Nate had never seen Heather in such a state of complete need. Heather’s eyes were squeezed shut and her jaw hung slacked. Her arms were positioned elegantly above her head, while her fists painfully clenched in a pillow, her knuckles resembling beads of white pearls. Heather’s body writhed uncontrollably underneath him and he swore he had never seen her nipples so god damn hard. It made his growing member throb with need.
Heather reached a hand up behind Nate’s neck and pulled down so she could whisper in his ear.
“Touch me, p-please,” she said in a breath. They had never done this before. Whenever they had sex they had always done it the traditional way, never thinking to spice it up. He always thought that was enough. But sensing the distraught state Heather was in he complied to her wishes, hoping it would lead to his own relief.
He brushed his fingers hesitantly over her slick entrance causing Heather to elicit a string of heavenly moans. He took it as a good sign and slipped in his index finger, finding it easy to slide in and out.
“Oh…” Heather managed out as she clutched onto his back as if holding on for dear life. Nate began moving his fist back and forth focusing on the noises leaving his girlfriend’s lips. He had never heard such sounds of pleasure in his entire life and he fed off it, quickening his movements.
Heather’s mind was a whirlwind. What was happening to her felt like a mad rush, the alcohol still swimming in her clouded head was sending her into another world. She couldn’t process the touches and strokes of Nate’s finger completely; all she knew is that it felt so fucking good, according to her blunt drunken mind. She could feel herself building, the pressure in her lower abdomen getting tighter and tighter. Her mind, not able to function on multiple things at that moment, alternated between an image and a sensation memory. Her thoughts flicked between that day she caught Naya undressing and earlier tonight when the smaller girl swayed her ass into Heather’s crotch. She froze that picture of Naya attempting to cover herself, tracing out the visual of the Latina’s hardened nipples. Back and forth, back and forth; switching between the two moments. She knew she was about to burst.
She could no longer hold in her concealed cries.
“Oh God… God! Jesus Christ…” Heather chanted, yelling the Lord’s name out in vain. She couldn’t give a fuck at that moment though.
“Shit… Nuh… Na…” she began whimpering out uncontrollably. Nate couldn’t hold out much longer. He needed desperately to feel his skin against hers and get some sort of relief soon. If he didn’t, this was just going to be embarrassing.
Images of Naya swam in her mind and she couldn’t suppress the gasps that left from her lips next, “N-Nay… Nay… Oh God, please don’t stop…”
Right as she made the plea, the finger was removed mercilessly leaving her body in a mix of heat and confusion. Heather was suddenly frightened as she realized her Freudian slip.
“Fuck, Heather… I can’t take it anymore…” Nate grunted as he thrust himself into her hot, wet center in one swift movement without warning. Heather gasped at being uncomfortably filled and stretched. She was thankful though as Nate didn’t seem to realize her clumsy unrestrained moans. She found it a coincidence that the beginning syllables of Nate and Naya were so similar and she was genuinely grateful for that. That thought didn’t last long as she had to bite her lip from crying out in pain as Nate was relentlessly pumping in and out between her legs. His breathing was heavy and uneven as every muscle in his body was being worked. Nate wasn’t one for cursing, but whenever they had sex his mouth had a mind of its own. He was yelling out profanities left and right in between moans and breathing Heather’s name.
Heather turned her face away from him and stared at her door. Drunk sex isn’t all what it’s worked up to be, Heather thought as Nate continued on thrusting into her. For some reason unbeknownst to her, unnoticed tears began to brim her eyes. She thought at first it was just her vision blurring up again, but then a bead of salty wetness leaked from the corner of her eye and hung on her lashes. Why the fuck am I crying while we’re fucking? Heather asked herself in her very inarticulate drunk mind. She tried to shake the feeling off, but the presence of sadness washed over her. She wished she were somewhere else… with someone else. And she knew she shouldn’t be thinking that when she was having sex with her boyfriend. She loved him. She did…
Nate’s movements became harder and unforgiving. Heather knew he must be coming close. He was gripping down on her hips so tightly she was sure handprints would be left in the morning. Moving his left hand he cupped underneath Heather’s knee to spread her legs apart farther for more space for his pumping. Each penetration ripped through her, all the way to her heart. She tried putting her hands against his chest to slow down his movements, but it gave no such relief. If anything it just felt like Nate was going faster. She held back her tears the best she could, although she was sure Nate wouldn’t notice.
“Oh God…” she whimpered in pain, waiting for it to be over. Nate took this as a moan of pleasure.
“You like that baby?” he managed out between breaths.
She bit her tongue. She wanted to say no. Oh how she wished she could say no, but she didn’t. She knew she couldn’t, she shouldn’t. Blinking back tears, Heather remained silent. She lay motionless, never matching the feeling Nate had when he found his sweet release. Before sleep overtook her body, she made a wish into the darkness that she would forget everything that happened that night.
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“Heather? Hello in there?” Nate waved his hand out in front of Heather’s face trying to bring her back down to Earth. Heather’s sparkly blue eyes were far away and confused.
“Oh god…” she groaned as the memories from last night developed ever more distinctly. She was mostly embarrassed as the images of last night hit her in waves. She buried her head in the palm of her right hand while her left ran through the thicket of her hair in confusion. She could not fathom how stupid and clumsy she had been. It was a public event for fuckssake! How could she be so irresponsible? Heather couldn’t recollect all the little details, but she could remember a distraught Naya looking after her for a large majority of the night. She would have to apologize…
“Babe, you okay?” Nate asked sitting up and cupping her cheeks. Heather pulled away in annoyance. How dare he take advantage of her like that when she was drunk? Granted she did feel a little guilty that she had been thinking of someone else while they were doing it… someone she should have definitely not been thinking of. Nonetheless, that would have never happened if he just let the wasted girl sleep it off. She needed to figure out what all this meant, if she wanted to figure out what it meant. This was all scaring the shit out of her.
“I just need some space Nate…” she mumbled.
He let out a frustrated sigh. She was quite aware she was confusing him, but let’s face it she was a hundred times more confused than he was.
“Is this about last night? I thought everything was okay?” he said rubbing the back of his neck.
Heather looked up at him with slight disbelief, “You do realize I was drunk?”
He let out another sigh and clenched his jaw.
“I can barely even remember half the fucking things that happened… and it was in front of everyone too…” Heather exclaimed in shame.
Nate moved so he could wrap his arms around his girlfriend. Thankfully she didn’t refuse his comfort this time. She willingly sunk into his strong embrace and just wished things would be normal again. She hated feeling so out of her body; it was like being a teenager all over again. Nate placed a soft kiss on the top of her head.
“I think we just need to take some time to relax. We’ve both been so on edge lately. With you and everything with Glee, and me with trying to find a job… It’s been a lot to handle…” he reasoned quietly into her blonde locks. Heather simply nodded.
“Maybe… Maybe you should invite Naya over?” Nate suggested hopefully, retreating back to his initial plan. He prayed that the small brunette would know the cure to his puzzled girlfriend because he had ran out of all the remedies out of the book. He thought maybe some girl time would be good for Heather.
“Yeah?” Heather looked up to meet Nate’s ocean blue eyes. She was intrigued by the idea and couldn’t help but feel a little helium balloon rise up in her tummy. Time with her friend made he feel all warm and comfortable. Maybe Nate was actually right.
“Yah,” Nate confirmed. “You can invite her over tonight, I’ll get out your way and you two can have the house to yourselves. Well, and Ashley too. You ladies can have a little sleep over or something,” he chuckled.
Heather smiled at him with daring eyes, “You know we’re not fifteen anymore right?”
Nate let his low laugh rumble from his throat.
“I know… sometimes I kinda wish we were. Things were so much simpler back then…” he pondered sadly.
“We gotta grow up someday, Nate,” Heather spoke softly. Nate simply nodded, staring off ahead of him.
“What are you going to do tonight then? Sleep out on a bench?” she joked.
“My cousin has poker night tonight. He’s invited me every week since I got here, but I’ve never gone because I like to be home with you. Guess it’s the perfect occasion to go visit part of the family, however distantly related they are…” he smiled.
Stroking a thumb along her jaw, Nate brought his lips down to Heather’s. His lightly brushed against Heather’s wonderfully soft ones while he watched her eyes flutter close. Nate savored the sensation and wished they could stay this way forever. Simple. That’s all he wanted, to be young careless kids in love again.
“I love you,” he whispered, meaning it with every ounce of his heart.
A quivering smile tugged at the corners of the blonde’s mouth.
“I love you too…” she whispered back as she watched the early rays of the sun growing brighter through the shades of her window. The light beckoned her to take on the day and to face the one who was making her heart tumble in somersaults.