Chapter Six
When Jordyn woke,the apartment was still and silent. The sun had just started to shine through the bedroom window, the faint yellows and pinks of the early morning light coloring the floorboards of her room. Jordyn blinked, rubbing her eyes, and turned her head, but she froze when she realized that it wasn’t only her quilt laying on top of her.
There was a man on top of her. A big man.
She snapped her eyes shut, the previous night coming back to her in a rush. She had forgotten in that weird in-between stage of waking and sleep that she had done it. She had actually followed through with her plan to lose her virginity. She had gone to The Velvet Throne and found the man of her dirtiest fantasies, brought him home, and slept with him.
Oh shit.
She opened her eyes again and clapped a hand over her mouth when she came face-to-face with a sleeping Steve. He was close to her, his nose brushing against her shoulder, and she swallowed hard, lowering her hand, and looked at him closer. The man was beautiful. She knew he was, but now in the morning light? Gorgeous.
She reached out then and touched him, gently, fingers coming through his hair. Touching him made it all the more real, which was good but also problematic for Jordyn on account of the panic starting to set in. She hadn’t thought to plan this far ahead when walking into the bar the night before. Neither had she given it much thought that night, but that was understandable given she was more than a little occupied with excessive amounts of amazing sex.There had never been so much sex had, not by anyone, or anything that had been as good. She knew it. It didn’t matter if she’d been a virgin. Jordyn knew she’d broken some kind of orgasm record, or debauchery meter that marked just how dirty you could be with a stranger and still look yourself in the mirror the next day.
And that had all been well and good for last night, but now? Now Jordyn was...well, she was panicking even as she relived the glory of last night. Finding an attractive man and getting him back to her place for an unforgettable night was one thing, but why hadn’t she thought of the morning after?!
The answer was simple. She hadn’t thought he would be here when she woke up. She never expected to wake to him still in her bed...but she would be lying if she said she wasn’t glad to find him there. Steve was nestled close to her, body flush against hers with an arm wrapped firmly around her. Jordyn glanced down the length of her to see the sheets tangled around their legs. She shifted to her side and rubbed a foot against Steve’s leg, grinning when he pulled her closer to him in his sleep.
It was a small gesture, but she loved it. The way it made her feel like this wasn’t temporary, but could be something else entirely. What that “else” was, she had no clue, but there was no time to figure it out now, not when she had to pee.
Classic.
Jordyn held her breath and slid as carefully as she could out from under Steve’s arm. It was much harder to accomplish than she initially thought it would be thanks to the close hold he had, but she managed to do it without waking him. She got up from the bed and stooped low, scooping up Steve’s shirt from the floor, and pulling it over her head on her way to the bathroom. She didn’t know why she put on the shirt, but it was something she had always seen women do in movies the morning after, and she would be damned if she passed the opportunity up now that she could do the same.
She smiled, smoothing her hands over the soft material of his shirt, the faint smell of his cologne lingering to it. She lowered her nose, sniffing at the collar, and smiled. It was nice. Maybe there was something to women wearing men’s clothing, after all. She continued on and padded into the bathroom, flipping the light on as she went about her morning business. She was washing her hands when she paused, taking in her reflection in the bright light of the bathroom.
She leaned forward, a hand on either side of the sink, giving herself a critical once over. If there was a morning after glow, then this had to be it. She looked well satisfied, content if a little sleepy eyed, and she wondered if Steve would look this way when he was awake. She had just turned away from the mirror when she heard someone banging on a door. She tilted her head to the side and paused in the doorway trying to listen to the sound that was...close. Why was it so loud? It couldn’t be...just because it was loud didn’t mean it had to be her door, right?
It went silent and she waited for it to begin again, a hand against the doorway. Another second passed with no noise, but just when she began to relax, the pounding started up again. There was no denying it, not when it was this loud, there was someone at her door.
“Who the hell...” she mumbled to herself, walking slowly down the hallway. It was early, too early for visitors, and if it was an emergency, she knew her parents would have called, and this didn’t feel like a social call from one of her friends. It just didn’t make sense, or at least it didn’t until she heard Alex’s familiar voice.
“Jordyn! Jordyn, open the door!” he called, making her want to scream. She stopped in the hallway, feet refusing to take another step towards the front door. The nerve of him showing up at her home and waking her up all shouting and banging on her door. Wait, if he was waking her up then he had to be waking up her neighbors too! She bit her lip and took a hesitant step toward the door where a scene of nuclear proportions was no doubt underway. She might have gone to the door and made her best attempt at getting Alex to stop whatever it was that he was doing at her door that morning, mainly waking up her neighbors, but she didn’t have any pants on.
She looked down at her bare legs and sighed, rubbing her palms against her thighs, and then shook her head. Why was it up to her to do this? How was it that he had destroyed what they had, and then had the nerve to bring his sorry ass to her front door, causing a scene?
She wasn’t going to deal with that, not pantsless anyways.
“Nope. Not happening," she muttered, turning on her heel and making for her bedroom. She closed her door with a bump of her shoulder, an effort to muffle the sound, and jumped slightly when she turned to see Steve slowly sitting up in bed.
“What is that noise?” he asked, rubbing his eyes and yawning. His arm flexed, a movement that showcased his muscles to their very best, and she was momentarily distracted by just how hot the man in her bed was.
“Jordyn?” he asked again, putting down his arm and she slow-blinked at him.
“I, ah, well, it’s my cheating ex,” she said, jerking a thumb in the general direction of her front door.
His blue eyes slid to the side and he didn’t look so sleepy all of a sudden. “Ohhhh, an ex?” Steve winced and scrubbed a hand over his face. Jordyn tensed, she knew this was bad. It wasn't the ideal morning after circumstances, and she felt a glow of anger in her chest. She hated that Alex was ruining this morning for her, but what could she do? Maybe if she gave Steve a quick way out of this, then she could save some face— though how she was going to get him out of her third floor apartment with her ex boyfriend at the front door with no drama was beyond her.
She cleared her throat, hands pushed together in front of her as she began to try and make this not such a shitty morning for either of them. “Is that, I mean...I know that’s not great, but—”
“You coming back to bed?” he asked, interrupting her, pulling back the bed sheet and giving her an eyeful of what she had spent most of the night fondling, licking, kissing and biting. God, she loved this man’s body. Her feet carried her forward before she knew what she was doing, and she gave him a quick nod.
“Oh, yes, nothing I’d like more,” she said gesturing towards the bed. She’d made it a whole two steps, Alex’s shouting a dull hum in the background she was content to ignore, when the sound of the front door slamming open echoed through the apartment.
Jordyn froze and looked over her shoulder at her bedroom door. “Oh my god. Did he just—” she started, but Steve was already shooting out of the bed and grabbing his boxers.
“Jordyn! Where are you?!” Alex yelled from the living room.
“Fuck,” she breathed and moved towards her door but Steve walked past her, sweeping her behind him with an arm.
