“I think so.” He yawns.
“That’s more than a think so,” Leo jokes.
An hour later we’ve made sure there’s no evidence left of our tryst and we’re curled up in our bed in this bedroom for the last time.
Jordan is tightly snuggled between us, already dozing.
Leo looks over at me, staring at me, and I can tell he wants to talk but maybe not around Jordan, no matter how sleepy the boy is.
Eventually, Leo sighs, blows me a kiss, and I return it.
“I’mfine,” Jordan mumbles. “Seriously. That wasamazing. Love you both.”
“Love you both, too,” Leo says. “Even if you are sometimes kind of spooky, Jor.”
Jordan blows him a raspberry. “Nothing spooky about it. That was your worried sigh.”
“He’s got your number, Leo.” I close my eyes. “Love you both, too.”
“Go to sleep,” Jordan says. “Both of you.”
And that’s exactly what I do.
CHAPTEREIGHTY-EIGHT
Wakingup for the last time in the White House feels…disorienting. Part of that is due to the state of our bedroom, because Jordan’s already packed most of our personal belongings—including our toys—and it no longer feels personal. More like a hotel room. Comfortable, but not home.
This is no longer home even though technically I’m still the resident until noon.
I roll over, snuggling against Jordan, who drapes an arm and leg over me without really waking up. It’s more instinct. Behind me, Leo grunts a little and snuggles along my back.
“We could just take the helo out of here.” His voice sounds sleep-thick and stirs my soul. Today is the start of the rest of our lives together.
“No,” Jordan mumbles, not as asleep as I first thought. “Stick to the schedule.” He wiggles a little, snuggling tighter against me, like he’s trying to become part of me. “You can do this.”
“Party pooper,” Leo says.
Jordan sighs. “I suppose I should peel myself out of this very comfortable bed and go make our coffee.”
“That would be a good idea, baby,” Leo says.
“Hold up.” I take Jordan’s right wrist and remove one of the two chainmail bracelets there, the one that matches mine, and I move it to his left wrist. “That’s better.” I hold up my left wrist to him and he moves my bracelet back to my right wrist.
Status quo restored. Whatever that means for us.
Jordan lightly nibbles on my shoulder. “Can’t wait to see you in a tux tonight. Both of you. Soooo haaaawt!”
I wrap my arms around him and hold him tightly. “You don’t get out of the celebrations this time around,” I tease. “You’ll be front and center with us.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He yawns and sits up, then dips his head to kiss me. “Fuckers.”
Leo snorts. “Spoken like a boy who wants to get locked up again.”
“Promises, promises.” Jordan leans over me to kiss Leo. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, mister.”
Jordan starts to sit up but Leo’s arm shoots out, his hand hooking around Jordan’s neck and pulling him down for another longer, deeper kiss. “Who exactly am I dealing with this morning? Sir, boy, the slut, or Mr. Walsh?”
Jordan bobs his head back and forth. “Yeeeesss?”
