Page 44 of A Million Times, Yes
“Yes. You will.”
His breath came out as a moan, which was the same sound I made when he kissed me again.
Me:Are you at work?
Jordan:Yeah, why?
Me:I keep smelling you in the hallway.
Jordan:I’m just in your head.
Me:There’s no doubt about that. But what if someone has your cologne?
Jordan:No one has my cologne.
Me:How’s that even possible?
Jordan:Trust me on this.
Me:You’re saying I’m so obsessed with you that my brain is creating scents that aren’t really there?
Jordan:Without closing my eyes, I can see your pussy. I know how fucking incredible it smells. I could describe it perfectly. So, yes, Maya, that’s what I’m saying.
Me:My God, you’re dangerous.
Jordan:Because I’m right.
Me:And now because I’m wet.
Jordan:You must be home by now.
Me:I just got into the bath.
Jordan:How was work?
Me:Long. Very, very long.
Jordan:Have you eaten?
Me:Sam Adams is going to be my dinner tonight.
Jordan:What’s your apartment number?
Me:302. Why?
Jordan:Dinner will be there in 20 minutes.
Me:What? Jordan! You didn’t have to do that.
Jordan:I don’t like the thought that all you were going to have is beer, especially if you’re meeting me for a run in the morning.
Me:I wouldn’t miss our run.
Jordan:Then eat up. I’m going to work your ass hard tomorrow.
Me:I appreciate you—just know that.
Jordan:I do.
