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“Don’t just say that.”

“Em, you waited for me. That alone made it amazing. Are you hurting?”

“Only in the best possible way,” I said.

He leaned down and kissed me hard. “Keep stroking my ego, baby.”

I snickered.

He pulled out of me slowly.

A sense of loss passed over me as Jordan rolled off the bed. He removed the condom and discarded it in a trash bin. “Be right back.” He opened his door and padded down the hallway. He returned a minute later, locking the door behind him and crawling back onto the bed with a wash cloth. “This might be a little cool.” He reached between my legs and ran the damp cloth along my folds. My head dropped back as he did, not having any idea what he was doing until he stood and I could see a hint of blood on the cloth.

I cringed. “Sorry.”

He folded the cloth and tossed it into the trash bin. “Nothing to be sorry about.” He returned to the side of the bed. “Let’s snuggle.”

I snickered as I moved under the sheets.

Jordan crawled in and pulled me into him, fitting me into the hard planes of his chest. “Thank you, Em.”

My brows lifted. “For what?”

“Letting me be your first.”

It took everything in me not to add, ‘And hopefully my last.’

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Emery

I awoke wrapped in Jordan’s soft sheets as sunlight peeked through his curtains. The previous night rivaled the most amazing dream. I rolled over, only to find an empty spot beside me. I sat up, hugging the sheets to me and listening for the shower down the hallway or movement downstairs. There was nothing.

I wondered if anything would change in the light of day. Had the cloak of darkness given me a boldness I’d no longer possess? Would things between us be awkward now that we had to navigate a relationship?

The door knob suddenly rattled.

I stilled.

For the first time since being with Jordan, an anxious feeling clutched my chest. Thoughts of Wayne bombarded me. He’d disappeared from my mind while in Jordan’s arms.

Damn him.

The door pushed in and I unconsciously crept back toward the head board, as if that would somehow protect me.

Jordan maneuvered himself inside the room, balancing two coffees in one hand and a plate of food in the other.

Air punched out of my lungs. I scrambled off the bed with the sheet wrapped around me to help him. As my nerves slowly subsided, I took one of the coffees from him. “What are you doing?”

“I brought breakfast.”

“I can see that, but why didn’t you wake me?”

“You were sleeping. I didn’t want to stop your dreams.”

I stared back at him. Didn’t he get that he was my dream. Always had been. Always would be. Gahhhh. I was so far gone it would be impossible to return. Of that I was sure of. “Thank you.”

He sat down on the bed and I cozied up next to him against the headboard. We drank coffee and picked at the dish of fruit he brought up.

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