Page 162 of Last First Kiss

“Your taste is disgraceful!”

Jordan shrugs, undeterred.

“Wait until Denz gets back,” Jamie says. “He’ll agree with me.”

Jordan doesn’t comment. Denz arrives in two weeks. It’s his first time home in months since moving to Culver City with Braylon.

The first time he’ll be around Jordan and Jamie, together.

Not, like,togethertogether. They’re not dating. Just hanging out. Frequently. Which Jordan thinks is nice.

The proximity to someone is comforting. So is Jamie’s near-constant affection. Jordan’s finally identified that scent always clinging to him—amber and oak. It’s also nice watching his phone regularly light up with messages and calls. Their easy conversations.

Maybe it’s a little confusing too. Baffling. All that excitement buzzing in his system right before seeing Jamie again.

He thinks about it at his desk, during meetings. On the weekends. When he’s cleaning hisbathroom.

Now, when their shoulders bump.

The wind rustles Jamie’s curls as he looks down on Jordan. As he coerces Jordan into switching cups so Jamie can sample his peppermint cocoa.

It’s this growing itch inside Jordan for more. Of what? He hasn’t figured that out yet. But he wants more. Even if it’s only a little.

Even if it’s just a—

Jamie grimaces when his phone chimes again.

“You’re popular tonight,” Jordan observes.

A rueful smile pulls at Jamie’s mouth. “I’malwayspopular.”

“Oh, yes,” Jordan says mockingly. “How could you not be? Atlanta’s resident love expert and all.”

Jamie flicks the fluffy ball on Jordan’s hat. “You’ve stopped complaining about how great I am.”

“Have I?”

“You have.”

“God, I must be losing my touch. Getting soft in my old age.”

The corners of Jamie’s eyes scrunch.

In the madness of the past two months, Jordan’s birthday happened. Jamie’s did too. They’re a few weeks apart.

Cheryl tried to organize an extravagant party for Jordan. He quickly vetoed it. Settled for a quiet family night in and a big cake. Jamie had dinner with his parents too. Though he hasn’t talked about how that went.

In between, they celebrated together. At a cozy downtown diner. Over late-night pie.

Another flawless night that left Jordan with… a hunger.

More and more and more.

Jamie stops them on the lawn. “We should get a selfie.”

“We should?” Jordan’s belly dances.

“Yeah. For Denz.”