“Did you get any sleep?” I blushed as I remembered. It almost felt like a fever dream when I thought of all the things we had done together.
“I got a few hours.” His eyes lingered on my mouth. “How are you?”
I gave him a saucy smile. “Stiff.”
He studied me. “You’re lucky I have a busy day.”
God, he was handsome. I didn’t know that I’d ever seen anyone more attractive in my life. “Will you be home for dinner?”
“What time?”
“Is seven too early?”
“I’ll be here.” He stood up and then leaned down to give me another kiss. “You’re addictive.”
I giggled. “Have a good day.”
And then he was gone.
When I got homefrom school, Bandit greeted me with abandon. After a proper reunion with him and a promise of a walk, I found Jordan in the kitchen.
He looked over his shoulder at me. “How was school?”
“Good. Wow, it smells great in here. Did you get my text that Axel will be home for dinner?”
He was stirring something on the stove. “Yes, so I decided to do one of his favorites. My famous braised short ribs with mashed potatoes and roasted asparagus.”
“Can I set the table?” I insisted on helping him set one end of the large table, which we made fancy with a centerpiece, folded linens and polished silverware.
It felt impossible that only last night we had deliciously crossed lines we could never uncross. I felt my whole body tingle. Every time I thought about what we had shared together, my entire body responded.
Maybe the same thing would happen tonight.
Maybe he’d lose control.
My stomach dove in anticipation.
Is he thinking about me too?
While Jordan cleaned up the kitchen, I forced myself to finish my homework at the island, the very island Axel had ravished me on.
“What are you smiling about?” Jordan asked me.
“Nothing,” I lied, not wanting to share why I was so happy. What had happened between Axel and me had felt so special that I wanted to keep it private. I hadn’t even told Tanya or Selena.
After taking Bandit on a long walk, I went upstairs to dress for dinner. I was looking for sexy but demure. I debated a long time in front of my closet before choosing a pair of plaid leggings and an oversized charcoal sweater with matching thick wool socks.
At half past six, I found Jordan cleaning up the kitchen.
“Why don’t you go home? I can plate everything,” I told him.
“Are you sure?”
“I’ve got it,” I assured him.
After much prodding, I managed to get Jordan to leave, and then I waited for Axel to come home. By half past seven, I was checking my phone.
The silence of the house was loud.
