I choked on a laugh. “Excuse me?”
“I’m very comfortable,” Jordan said, yawning. “Besides, you owe me. You have been using me as a sleep token lately.”
“Perhaps, but I’m not as comfortable as you,” I countered, pushing his head off my lap. “I want to get out of this jumpsuit and go to sleep. Come on, princess, get up.”
“Fuck off, pumpkin,” he grumbled as I pulled him into a seated position. “We didn’t drink everything.”
“Ah, yes, we did,” I said, making him kneel. When he lost his balance, I grabbed him by the waist before he could collapse to the floor. Simultaneously, his arms wrapped around my neck as he sagged against me, limp and snoring.
“Jesus,” I muttered, trying to straighten him up, but he was heavier than he looked. To my relief, he woke up then, or so it seemed, because he raised his head and looked at me.
“I hell soh mehing,” he mumbled, making me frown.
“Sorry, what?”
“I have to tell you something,” he repeated, relatively coherent this time.
“Please, hurry. I’m sleepy, and I need to piss.”
“Ya dida ho me yard.”
I grinned, shaking my head in disbelief. “What was that?”
“You’re the one who made me hard.”
Shit, if my smile could drop faster, I would be in the Guinness World Records.
For a few moments, we were both silent.
“In the shower. You made me hard,” Jordan whispered, as I swallowed with difficulty. “It wasn’t the first time either. It keeps happening. Have you ever fucked a guy? I haven’t.”
“Jordan,” I said, but it was a wonder I could speak because my tongue felt glued to the roof of my mouth. “Be quiet.”
“I think I’m hard now. Am I hard now?”
“Yeah, you’re hard,” I said through my teeth.
To be honest, when I felt his boner against my hip, my first impulse was to send him into a goddamn wall. My second impulse was to punch him in the face. A few more violentoptions crossed my mind, but I decided against them because they felt wrong. I wasn’t that big of an asshole to discard him like a used tissue after he helped me with my sleep problem. What did he call himself… a sleep token? It sounded about right.
While I was mulling it over, Jordan moved abruptly, and in what had to be the dumbest decision of his life, he pressed his lips to mine. Yup, the stupid fucker kissed me, and it took me a few stunned moments to process the fact. The input coming from my senses engulfed me, making it impossible to think. Like, for example, how his lips were warm and cool at the same time, which was odd. How they were unexpectedly soft. How he tasted like water… the freshest, coolest water from a crisp mountain stream, with just a tang of citrus. His tongue dared to swipe over the seam of my closed, shocked lips, making my dick twitch before Jordan… fainted? His lips slid down my jaw, his forehead landed on my shoulder with a thump, and I heard a soft snore.
As soon as I deposited him on the mattress, I jerked backward, my legs pushing against the floor until I found myself against the wall.
“Fucking hell,” I muttered, hyperventilating. “What the fuck just happened?”
I was stunned. Baffled. Enraged. Well, not quite enraged. Angry? No, not that either. Maybe angry-ish. I was shocked, more than angry, but the guy was drunk. Still, what the fuck? I kept replaying what happened in my mind, but since it didn’t last long, there wasn’t much to replay. I could still feel his lips on mine, and it was unlike anything I’d felt in my life. I’d kissed women before, sure, but this was different on so many levels. Was it because he was a dude? Or because he was Jordan Slade, and I’d hated him for months and years before he became my sleep token? Maybe I didn’t hate him anymore, but I would still need years of therapy to recover from this. And while I was goingout of my mind, he just lay there asleep, as if nothing had ever happened. It was diabolical.
Not to mention that his jumpsuit was still unbuttoned, and the sight of his bare chest bothered me, so I decided to button the damn thing. I was careful not to touch his body, but now at least I could look at him without worrying that he would catch me doing it. He was a lab rat, and I had a microscope—it was as simple as that. I observed, I studied, I memorized. The way his eyelashes curled. The single freckle under his eye. His lips, which I now knew were as soft as they looked. A light shadow of stubble on his jaw. His lean, athletic chest. The barely visible line of light hair below his belly button.
When his lips parted, revealing pearly white teeth, I tried to look away, but my eyes wouldn’t move. Those lips had touched mine earlier, and I couldn’t stop staring at them. And since his taste on my tongue was gone, I did something I wouldn’t be able to justify to my dying day—I licked his lips. I probably lost my mind for a moment, but I swiped my tongue over his lips, from one corner to the other, all over those pearly whites. Not to be mistaken for a kiss—that didn’t even cross my mind, but there were numerous reasons to lick a person. For example, if you were hungry and they tasted like fruit, that would be one. Okay, so maybe not numerous, but… fine, how about I had to do it? He pissed me off, and I had to do it, but since nothing about our situation was normal, our behavior wasn’t normal either… which was kind of normal. After that, I lay down next to him and went to sleep, promising myself that I would never, ever think of it again.
Chapter 7
Day Four: The Stupidest Thought in the World
Jordan
When I woke up, my skull was split in half, or it felt like it. My mouth tasted like a sewer and probably smelled worse. My eyelids felt glued together when I tried to move them, so I decided not to bother. The warm body behind mine told me I was spooning with someone, and the morning wood poking me in the ass told me it was... well, morning. I felt so sick I wished I could die, and it was the only thing that made me move. I started to straighten up, but the heavy arm wrapped around my waist had other ideas. It pulled me back with force until my ass reconnected with the stiff organ I’d felt earlier. When the contents of my stomach rose to my throat, I pushed the arm away and jumped to my feet. I barely had enough time to reach the toilet bowl before puking my guts out.
