He had to go there.
Haha. Yeah, I think you’ve always thought you could.
Jensen
Ha. Bro, you’re so whipped. Everyone knows it but you.
Nope.I’m not giving him an inch. He’ll come at me with his whole spiel about me loving her and her loving me and all that bullshit. He doesn’t have a clue what he’s talking about.
Yeah, okay.
If I’m so “whipped” why have I been with so many women?
Jensen
Exactly my point. You sleep with so many chicks because you can’t get over her.
I sleep with chicks because I love pussy. And because I can. Now fuck off.
Jensen
Don’t be fucking daft. You can say or not say whatever you want. But unless you were planning to be married to Jordan forever, your little plan sucks.
He sends a GIF of Mr. Burns fromThe Simpsonsdoing an evil laugh.
I chuckle, searching for the middle finger emoji when I hear Jordan step off the elevator.
She saunters into the kitchen and dumps a bunch of shit onto the counter with a heavy breath.
Jesus. So much shit.
“Hey,” she says, turning toward me, chill as can be. She takes a long drink from her water bottle, and I?—
I’m fucking frozen. Rooted to the spot.
Because one,Christ.What she’s wearing. Her body. It’s almost like I forgot.
Forgot how fucking sexy Jordan Demetriou is. Fit as fuck. Curvy as hell.
I tried not to look last night. But now?
Leggings. Sports bra.
I’m looking.
And I like what I see.
My dick likes what I see.
It hardens almost instantly.
She slips off her jacket and tosses it over the back of the barstool, then heads toward me like everything’s normal.Fucking normal.Like she hasn’t just gone missing for hours.
She pulls a face as she removes the elastic from her hair. “What? Why are you being weird?”
Her hair comes tumbling down, and she tilts her head, fingers combing through the mess, fluffing it out, wrecking my ability to think.
What the hell is wrong with me?
