Page 38 of The Trust
I don’t think. I don’t question. I just wrap my arms tightly around his waist and inhale his sweet, fiery scent.
“They saw what I see every day,” he whispers against the shell of my ear, and I shiver. “The trust you give every person that walks through that door means something.”
My heart thumps and my eyes water.
“Vida.”
His arm wraps around my shoulders lightly, the clipboard in his grip poking me with the corner, and his grip on my neck tightens.
“You’re an amazing person, Jordan. You deserve this.”
I nod and drag in a breath because while I’m working on agreeing with statements like that, I am also so fucking grateful for the chance to try and be worthy of it. Of him. Of this life, and this love that we share.
“I loveyou,” he whispers vehemently, and I tip my head back.
When I look into his eyes, I see forever.
The rest of my life staring back at me.
“Audibly,” I whisper, and his eyes drop to my lips.
He doesn’t ask me if I’m sure. He doesn’t question where we are or what might be said. Whether there’s cameras or if we’d be in danger.
No.
My man leans in and slants his lips over mine in a room full of strangers.
When I deepen the kiss, he doesn’t hesitate to give it right back. Just like he told me he would.
It’s the loving kind of kiss. The sweet kind.
The dirty kind.
And when I pull back, a lot breathless and even more in love, I glance around out of habit.
Only to find not a single phone pointed at us.
No recording or flashing lights.
Just smiles. Watering eyes.
And a goddamn wolf whistle.
Jordan
The video of mewent viral.
There were so many signups that day that Lemon and I agreed to start taking shifts, staying open later and opening up early.
I had to start a waitlist in the following weeks, when the video made yet another round on the internet.
It was enough to not only keep the gym in the black, but I just hired my second employee—Poe.
Mac even agreed to help out whenever he could, when the band wasn’t elbows deep in recording their next album.
I couldn’t have asked for a better partner, better timing, or a better fucking life.
Because between all that?
