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I blink sleep away, “What time is it?”
He looks at his watch. “Quarter after five.”
“You didn’t sleep?”
He shakes his head.
“How long was I out for?”
“About an hour. You feeling okay?”
“Great.” I stretch, feeling deliciously sore. I trace my finger along the muscles of his chest and abdomen. His cock stirs with my ministrations and my hand moves lower until I’m cupping his balls. He goes rock-hard.
“You’re greedy baby.”
“You said so yourself, I've been starving.” I wrap my fingers around his thick length and squeeze.
Jordan grabs my wrist and gently drags my hand away and up to his mouth, kissing each fingertip.
“Bree. We should talk.”
Oh God already? I was dreading this. I already know it can never work between us.
"About?” I hedge.
“Sabrina.”
“What?” I’m back to tracing his abs. I hate when he calls me Sabrina. He does that when he’s annoyed. Or frustrated.
“What are we doing? What’s this?” He gestures between us.
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“I mean, we made a chance reconnection and it just so happens that we still have chemistry. If the Century's previous curator hadn’t scouted for Grant’s work before I took up the position, we might never have met again.”
He grabs my wandering hand. “But what are the odds, Bree? So you think all of that happening within one month of you moving to New York is a mere coincidence?”
Now he sounds like Drew. I shrug.
“Bree when you touch me, the last eight years disappear. The walls, the distance, everything between us melts away. I know you feel it too. Despite everything that almost broke us.”
“Almost?” I scoff. “I don’t know that we can come back from what happened Jordan. Ever.”
“Why not Bree? I had my heart smashed into pieces and I could still forgive you. Still love you.”
Love! Panic settles in my belly like a thousand bricks. I’m afraid to look into his eyes. Love is a snare. You managed to escape broken, bleeding, and barely breathing before. You won’t this time.
I leave the bed and hurriedly put my clothes back on. He watches me, still gloriously naked and semi-hard. He’d taken off all his clothes to snuggle with me. He doesn’t seem inclined to cover up. I sit on the edge of the bed, my back toward him.
“Love?”
Jordan sighs. “I was devastated that you shut me out. I hated you at first but during my time in the army, when I was faced with extreme hardship and the loss of good friends, I began to reevaluate what was really important to me. And I realized that beyond the hurt and anger, I still love you.
Obviously, you are a better person than I am because I don't think I or my family could ever forgive you. “I haven't let myself go there Jordan. And love is the furthest thing I feel. Or want right now.”
“And that’s absolutely fine. I want my feelings toward you to be clear though. I’d be the most moronic guy on earth if I found you against all odds after eight years, and didn’t let you know. So, no pressure. I’m a patient man.”
