“Go ahead.”
We end up on the little couch, one La Croix each. Jordan tosses the blanket over both our laps, and his leg presses against mine. It’s the most relaxed he’s been since we got here, and that calms me. Maybe we didn’t mess up after all.
Clematis hops up onto the armrest, glaring at me like I’m the worst person ever for stealing her seat.
I offer her a hand to sniff, but she ignores it.
“Aww, come on, sweetie. I want to snuggle you.”
She leaps across me to Jordan’s lap, spins around and lays down with her legs folded under her.
“You didn’t bring Lily,” Jordan says, like he’s just now realizing it.
“I wasn’t sure how Clematis would do around another cat, so I asked a friend to watch her.”
Jordan scratches Clematis’s chin. “Probably smart. She’s usually fine, but it can take time.”
The silence stretches between us, like we’re both hoping the other will be the first to break the ice about what just happened.
“So.” I twist the can between my fingers. “I’m here.”
“And I’m still waiting to wake up from a dream.” His smile is genuine, his tone soft.
I trace the rim of the can. “Andwe had our first street taco date.”
He snorts. “That wasnota date. That was an unplanned last minute food grab. I’ll take you on a date tomorrow.”
I toss him a playful smile. “Promise?”
He reaches for my hand, squeezing once before pulling away. My belly squirms.
Our eyes meet as the next thing I want to say hovers in the air.And we had sex.
I want—need—Jordan to be the first one to say something about it. I need to know he’s okay. That we’re okay. Becausethings are just slightly off now, and I’m afraid I messed up. I followed his lead in the car, but what if it was a mistake? What if I should have stopped him?
His long fingers tap a beat on his leg. “I don’t…” He stops, searching for words. “Miles, I don’t usually do things like that, so I’m sorry if it seemed abrupt.”
“I know. Me either,” I admit.
He picks at a hole in the blanket. “You okay, though?”
I’m relieved to hear he’s worried about it too. It means it’s not all in my head. “Oh, I’m definitely okay. You?”
His dark eyes study me, then he finally relaxes. “Honestly? Yeah. It’s crazy. I wish I could feel like this all the time. Like everyone else does.”
“What do you mean?”
He taps his chest. “It’s light in here right now. Like the depression is gone or something.”
I want to touch him, but I don’t. “Well, if it helps? I don’t feel like this all the time, either,” I say softly.
He glances at me.
“I don’t. It’s new for me too.”
He rests his head against the cushion, finally smiling. “Yeah?”
“But I don’t want you to think… what I mean is, I didn’t come here with expectations. I didn’t expect that, you know. The sex.”
