Page 14 of Exhale
He scowled.
“So, you’re saying the fifteen-year age difference doesn’t bother you?” Owen asked.
Jordan’s throat turned dry, and he cracked open a bottle, even if one wasn’t for him, and took several swallows.
“Nope,” he said, it was the truth.
“But me freeing up your day so you can help me does bother you?”
“No…yes. It was a small thing for Noah. I can do fifty things in a day like that. Ihavedone fifty things in a day like that.” Jordan tried to make Owen understand. His brain worked like that. It fired on all cylinders. If he didn’t have enough to do, then he would go nuts.
He took a deep breath and drank more water. The scent of popcorn filled the room along with the soft popping sounds.
Owen had showered. And before the popcorn smell, the scent of Owen’s body wash or shampoo had washed over him.
Owen’s dark hair, which was usually swept away from his forehead, fell forward, curling and damp. Owen’s light, pale blue eyes studied him, and Jordan was very aware of the man’s jaw, rugged and scruffy.
A sexy tension filled the air, but it had to be on his part. Right? He’d never given Owen any encouragement in that area.
“Well…” Jordan hedged, suddenly nervous. “That’s all I wanted to say.”
The microwave beeped and stopped.
Owen cocked his head a bit, and the t-shirt the man wore stretched over corded muscles. Owen’s biceps were almost as big as his thighs. The size difference between them was significant. Even though Jordan was tall and kept himself ripped, Owen was taller, bigger, and had way more muscle.
“Jordan?”
He jumped at the sound of his name and realized he had been staring at Owen’s mouth the whole time he was checking him out.
Heat started in his neck, and he knew he had better get the hell out of here before he did something stupid.
Like jump his bones.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he asked the question he had been dying to know the answer to for a while now.
“Why did you try to kiss me in the pool?”
“Did I?” Owen smirked.
Jordan scowled. “You know you did.”
“Okay.” Owen shrugged. “But you didn’t let me.”
Jordan swallowed. Owen was right, he had gotten out of that pool in seconds flat after their brief exchange had been interrupted.
That day poolside at Kellum and Creed’s place came back to him crystal clear…
He and Owen had been standing by the pool in Creed’s backyard, and Owen was trying to ease his guilt.
“Jordan,” Owen said.
“Go away,” Jordan muttered. Nothing Owen said was going to make him feel better.
His careless words had hurt Kellum’s feelings, and Owen wasn’t going to be able to fix it. Why in the world had he made the stupid comment about sleeping with the enemy? Granted, Creed’s cupboards were way too organized, but how was he supposed to know that Kellum had categorized everything?
“No,” Owen said.
