Page 26 of When We Fell Again
“How are you feeling after last night?”
He’d shared a lot of shit with me, not to mention the physical side.
“Tired. I’m looking forward to a night off. I’ll probably kick back and catch a film or something on Netflix.” His outward appearance certainly backed that up. I had no idea when he’d left my room. We hadn’t got back to the hotel until after five, so he couldn’t have slept that much.
“And the shoulder?”
He shrugged, then winced. “It’ll get better. I need to remember not to get angry with a wall. Or some guy who’s trying to hit on you.” A small smile crept over his lips. “Now, do you want that caramel latte or not?”
We headed into the services and found the others. I grabbed a coffee and a chocolate twist from Costa while Jordan went to McDonald’s. Tour life really wasn’t all about health.
“What are you going to do tonight?” Robbie asked. “Reading’s got a couple of really good rock pubs.”
Jordan and I answered at the same time, both of us saying we’d probably stay in.
Robbie laughed. “Jordan and Alexis sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.”
I threw a balled-up napkin at him and Jordan flipped him the finger.
After the night before and that morning, I had absolutely no idea where Jordan and I stood. We’d obviously made progress after our rocky start on the tour but were nowhere near being anything like we used to be. I didn’t know for sure how he felt about me now, although there had been some tells. Like protecting me from the arrogant prick at the merchandise stand.
Would there be an opportunity to explore it further? And would I even consider going back there?
In the good times, Jordan and I had been absolutely fucking sensational together. But did the bad times outweigh the good? Obviously, we were older now. We’d grown up. Jordan, in particular, had been through a lot of bad stuff.
As I worked my way through the theoretical pros and cons, I caught Jordan looking at me. His brown eyes radiated contentedness. Like the situation we were in now was exactly where he wanted to be.
I stuck my tongue out at him and, with an almost imperceptible shake of his head, he raised an eyebrow. “Stop,” he mouthed. “Unless you want to take it further?”
Covering my mouth with my hand, I held back a giggle and looked away before I did something I might regret.
CHAPTER11
Jordan
I should have gone out.
An hour after I’d told Levi I couldn’t be arsed going to the pub, I paced around my room, the TV on in the background. I couldn’t settle on anything, my piss poor attention span unable to watch for more than about thirty seconds before flicking over to something else.
In truth, I didn’t do well on my own. The stint in rehab gave me plenty of opportunity for reflection, often staring at the same four walls of my room and, for some reason, that night felt exactly the same.
Not for the first time since we’d arrived at the hotel, I wondered what Lex was doing.
After we’d all checked in, she said she’d be in her room catching up on work. Given she was out on tour with us, I wondered what other work she had to do.
Grabbing my phone from the bed, I fired off a message.
Jordan: Whatcha doing?
And then I waited.
Fifteen minutes passed without a response. Then another ten.
In that time, I started watching a soap I’d enjoyed during my teen years, had a piss, read the room service menu for the hundredth time, and flirted with the idea of joining the others. As I reached for my coat, a message finally popped up.
Lex: Sorry, I was having a shower.
Lex: What do you need?
