Get Blake new clothes and accessories for his room.
Find out Blake’s schooling situation.
Visit the center and register to volunteer.
Figure out what the fuck I’m supposed to do about the feelings I have for my boss.
Under no circumstances tell said boss about said feelings.
Brain dump complete. Now to sleep. I close my eyes and snuggle down into a comfortable position. If I happen to press my back against Eric's chest, well that's nobody's business.
A loud, animalistic snore reverberates in my ear and shakes the whole fucking bed. My eyes widen in horror as I look over my shoulder. No way on God's green earth did that sound come from Eric Smith. I manage to extract myself from his grip and turn to stare at him. I need to see this for myself. Otherwise, I might need to call animal control. He does it again and his nose curls, making me burst into uncontrollable laughter.
It's Eric’s bright gray eyes that are popped open wide now. “Are you okay?” he asks, his voice low with sleep.
“I am now. Thought for a moment there I was about to be warthog food.” I laugh again, because this istoo good. Mr Perfect himself snores like a chorus of farm animals. How have I never heard this before? I guess he usually fucks me until I pass out.
Eric’s brows are creased in confusion.Really? He has the audacity to look shocked?
“I do not snore, Jordan,” he states very matter-of-factly for a man who just caused me to lose hearing in my right ear.
“Oh, you absolutely do. Loudly, with snorts and everything.” I push my finger against the tip of my nose to mimic a pig and give him a demonstration. His face doesn't budge an inch.Remind me to never play poker with this guy.
“I do not snore. Now, go to sleep. We have a busy day tomorrow.” With that, he turns and lays on his other side before reaching back and pulling my arms around him. Guess I'm the big spoon now.
“Alright, Snorter McPigface. I’ll let it go this time. But I will catch you again; you mark my words.”
This time I feel his abs tighten as he suppresses a laugh. Tonight of all nights, I never thought I would fall asleep with a smile on my face and stupid fucking butterflies swarming my belly.
CHAPTER 12
ERIC
Jordan is up with the birds the next morning—buzzing around the bedroom chittering to himself as he pulls on sweatpants, then quickly dragging them off again before trying jeans. Unsatisfied with jeans, he swaps them for yoga pants, then huffs at his reflection in the full length mirror on the back of his bedroom door. I’m lying on my side with my head propped up on my elbow watching him. I think he’s forgotten I’m here—so far up in his head he's detached from reality.
To people who don’t know Jordan, he wears this mask of sassy confidence. Like he’s got foolproof armor and nothing can touch him. Those who actually know him know better. He cares deeply and he protects his friends fiercely. He may have come out guns blazing—literally—but it's obvious that last night affected Jordan more than he is willing to admit. It’s like it triggered something in him that has him feeling a kind of responsibility for Blake. Not that it's a bad thing to feel that way. In fact it's admirable. I just hope that he will allow others to help. Me included. This is not his cross to bear alone.
As he turns with an exasperated huff and stomps toward his wardrobe again, I decide that that's enough. Throwing back the covers, I swing my legs over the side of the bed. I’m still fully dressed. Once I’d laid down with Jordan last night I was out for the count. Absolutely regretting that now, as my shirt is sticking to my sweat-soaked skin. Ignoring my own discomfort, I stop Jordan in his tracks and spin him around to face me. The grimace on his face should have probably offended me, but he’s so fucking adorable that I laugh.
