My alarm goes off, waking me from a deep sleep. I groan, rubbing my gritty eyes.
It’s going to be a long fucking day. The only saving grace is that it’s Sunday, and I don’t have to go to work. Something I normally love, but when I’m tired like this, it sucks. Also, I find myself not hating being at home now that Alex is here.
Speaking of… I hear clanking around in the kitchen. He’s up bright and early today.
I get up and head that way, finding him digging around in the cabinet.
“You need help finding something?” I ask.
He jumps, banging his head and groaning. When he turns to look at me, he’s rubbing his head and frowning at me.
“I didn’t forget what you said last night,” he says accusingly.
“Uh… what?”
“About talking? Yeah, I remember. Thought about it all night. So you go take your morning shower while I make breakfast. When it’s done, we’re sitting at the table and talking.”
“Right…” I try to hide my smile.
“I’m serious, Jordan.”
His gaze is narrowed on me and his lips are pursed into a pissy frown, and fuck… he still looks damn cute when he’s mad. But telling him that would not be wise, so instead, I chuckle and say, “Okay, got it.”
My shower is quick, and by the time I’m dressed and heading back to the kitchen, there is a plate of scrambled eggs and toast on the table, beside a steaming mug of coffee. Alex walks over to the table, another plate and mug in hand, and takes a seat across from me.
“Eager,” I comment.
“Stressed,” he returns.
I did not expect this to turn into a thing… but this is Alex, so I guess I should have known.
My coffee is halfway to my mouth before he says, “I’m going to give you a chance to talk, but first, I need to say something.” His voice is solid. Serious.
I raise a brow, take a sip, and put my coffee down.
“Can I eat first?”
“Absolutely not.” He shakes his head.
I sigh, folding my hands together. Maybe it’s time I’m honest with him. Honest with myself too, I guess.
“Okay.” I motion for him to continue.
“Why?” He looks up from his plate, his green eyes pleading with me.
“Why what?” I ask.
“Why did you kiss me?” he asks. “And don’t give me some bullshit excuse, Jordan. Don’t tell me you don’t know. Please. Do not lie to me.”
There’s a sincerity in his voice that is so unlike him. It makes me sit up straighter.
“Because I needed to know the truth,” I say, stabbing my eggs and hoping he won’t complain about me eating. I’m starving. He purses his lips. “I needed to know that I wasn’t imagining this—” I motion between us. “Whateverthis is.”
He scoffs.
“Whatever this is?” he bites out. “You can’t even say it.”
I drop my fork to my plate, not taking the bite.
