I breathe a little easier when I see the soft smile on his face.
“Figured we could watch a movie after dinner. Have some ice cream. Talk.”
I nod as I notice a duffel bag on the floor. It’s not mine. I don’t say anything about it, though. I just make my way over to the island and start unloading groceries.
After dinner, we watch a movie, and neither of us says a word. I lean against him, fitting against his side perfectly. He wraps his arm around me, his fingers grazing my shoulder, and I rest my head on his chest. I doze off a couple times just listening to his heartbeat and feeling his warmth. Once the movie is over, he gets up and helps me up.
“You should get some rest,” he says, but the words are heavy, like he wants to say something else.
“Okay,” I say. I start off down the hall, but stop and turn to see him cleaning up the empty pints and take out boxes, and my heart swells.
I clear my throat. “I’m getting a shower first.”
He smirks as I slide my hands into my pockets and head to the bathroom. I barely get the shampoo in my hair before he’s behind me. Before his hands are sliding over my skin, making me moan and sigh in relief. It feels so good. We kiss underneath the spray and I slam him against the tile before I drop to my knees and make him come down my throat.
The water is cold by the time I’m done.
I don’t bother to get dressed and climb into my soft sheets. Jordan wordlessly gets in beside me, throwing one arm over my stomach and pulling me against his chest.
When I wake up, his arms are still holding me tight.
“Harder, Alex. Come on, don’t pussy out on me now,” Jordan says as I grunt out my disdain.
“Easy for you to say, Mackenzie,” I gripe as I push the weight up with my feet and breathe out a heavy sigh of relief. My abs hurt like hell, too.
It’s been too long since I’ve been able to work out, and while it feels good, it also hurts.
I’m not out of shape, but I need to start moving again. Lest all these fucking donuts and pizza parties go to my fucking hips.
“Alright, time’s up,” he says, and I catch my breath.
“I could’ve gone harder, you know. Ten pounds is nothing,” I say.
He looks at me, twisting his lips. “Maybe next week we’ll bump you up to fifteen.”
“Fifteen? Fuck, come on, Jordan. That’s child’s play, I need—”“Who’s the one with thedegree?” he says, his voice shifting into that new, darker tone I’m learning to like.
“You,” I say, biting my lip.
“You can’t overdo it or you’re going to ruin all your progress, and you’re so close.”
I sigh. “Okay, okay, fine.”
I head for the door and he stops me before I get there. “Hey.”
“What?” I ask, shoving my hands into my pockets. He looks at me as if he wants to say something but thinks better of it.
“Nothing. I’ll see you at home?” he says carefully.
I don’t know how long he plans on staying with me, but he hasn’t left my house in two days.
Except to get his shit while I was passed out.
Still, hearing him call my house home… makes that vicious hope flutter.
We haven’t really talked about his break up. He told me it was a mutual thing, and I believe him, but we haven’t talked about whatweare doing. He’s sleeping in my bed and making me coffee and the sex has been off the fucking charts.
Things are different between us. But it’s a good different. At least, I think it is…
