Page 48 of Latte Girl
“I could have driven you,” Jordan chides when I tell him my ride will beheresoon.
“You didn’t seem like you were in the mood to getdressed.”
He’s still totally naked, the sight of his semi-hard cock not making it any easier for me toleave.
“At least let me walk you down to the street. I’ll even put pants on,” heoffers.
He slips his clothes back on and we head down the stairs and exit the building. I reach out for him and draw his lips to mine. He kisses me back for a few moments and then pulls away, staring at me with an intenseexpression.
“Hailey,” he says, toying with a strand of my hair. “This right here, the Jordan you met tonight, that’s the real me. Do youtrustthat?”
I stare back at him, searching the deep brown of his eyes for the reason behind his question, but I don’t find anything. What I do see is a blazing urgency, a longing so strong it almost comes acrossaspain.
“Yes,” I tell him, surprised by both my answer and how solemn I sound. “Itrustthat.”
