Still, Jordan rarely asks for anything. Rarely puts his needs over common sense or responsibility. But tonight he's aching for me. Tonight, I choose him.
I order an Uber and slip into the night, my heart hammering like it knows I won’t be able to do this forever.
13
Mylowerbackhurts.
It's the first thought filtering through my sleep-addled brain. I grit my teeth, wondering if it has anything to do with the large palm splayed low on my back, fingers curving possessively over my ass.
I'm sprawled half on top of Jordan, my face buried in his chest, my thighs cradling one of his—my favorite position to sleep in.
I'm comfy. Very comfy.
So why does it hurt?What else happened last night?
Last night comes back in flashes. Me sneaking out through my window. The Uber ride to his Anthem Country Club house. Walking through his door only to have Jordan pull me into his arms.
The way he'd fished my phone out of my back pocket, amid kisses, and handed it to me.
"Text your parents," he'd said. "Tell them you're with me."
"What? Jordan—"
"Now. Text them."
So I had.
Only when my Mom acknowledged the message did Jordan let me have him.
The pain hits again, and suddenly, it's... familiar.
The bone-deep throbbing. The way it feels like someone's slowly tightening a vice in my lower back.
Oh no.
I reach for my phone and load up my tracker. It's been twenty-nine days since my last period. Which means today is day one.
Crap.
My period is coming. And from the intensity of the cramps, it may already be here.
I need the bathroom. Now.
I try to shift out from under Jordan's arm, slowly, not wanting to wake him, but he only pulls me back against him.
"Where're you going?" he murmurs.
"Bathroom," I whisper.
"Mm. Too early."
"Jordan—"
"Stay put for five more minutes." He presses a kiss to my temple, then his hand moves to gently knead my ass. "You feel so good."
Any other time, I'd melt into his bold touch, but right now, I'm acutely aware that at this very moment, there could be a flood—
"I really need to go," I insist, squirming.
