“The best one.” The guitars pick up and Rob Thomas croons on about taking things for granted.
I swear, for the briefest moment, I hear Mack sing those memorable lines about wanting to push the other person around.
I lose myself in the lyrics, in his soft, deep, near-whisper singing until the song ends, hoping that when I open my eyes, Jordan’s still here.
He is. The moonlight shines through the window of his car, lighting up his face. His honey eyes glisten with something I can’t pinpoint, but whatever it is, it makes my heart beat a little faster.
That’s when I notice the car has stopped running.
For just the briefest moment, he looks at me and it’s like no time has passed at all, even though too many years have.
The moment disappears as he breaks my gaze and gets out of the car, leaving me breathless with a heavy heartbeat and a twitching cock.
I adjust myself, knowing he can’t see me, and let out a shaky breath.
It’s just one night, right? I can handle one night with a friend.
That’s the lie I tell myself when he opens my door, when he stares up at me with those perfect amber eyes like he can see through me.
Like he seesme.
He says nothing as he helps me out, just places his hands on my hips, warming me to the bone.
I shift my weight and nearly stumble out of the truck like a complete dumbass, not at all because I’m drunk, but I’m sure that’s not helping.
“Fuck,” I hiss as he catches me.
“I got you,” he says, but his breath is husky, his voice deep. “You’re okay.”
Looking up into his eyes, I think he’s wrong.
I’m not okay.
I’m well and truly fucked.
Chapter Thirty-One
Jordan
Pretty sure an alien has invaded my body. Some worm-like thing that’s settled into my brain and took over. Nothing else makes sense.
Why the fuck did I take Alex home?
I picked him up, put him in my truck, and drove him home like some stray fucking cat.
I hate cats.
He leans on me all the way into the house, unable to walk alone. I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol or his leg, but he’s going to hear my mouth about this tomorrow.
I am not busting my ass to help him heal, only for him to go and fuck himself up more. If he isn’t going to take this shit seriously, he can go back to PA with a bum knee and fuck right off.
“Nice house,” he mutters, even though his gaze is on the floor.
I roll my eyes, guiding him to my bedroom. I drop him onto my bed, and it creaks from his weight. It’s nothing fancy, like he’s probably used to, but he’ll have to deal with it. A smirk crosses his lips and he looks up at me, those dark green eyes full of mischief.
“Didn’t peg you for the taking advantage type, Jordan.”
“Fuck you, Alex. You can sleep outside with the coyotes if you’d rather.”
