I stared at Lisa’s message, my blood running cold. 'Saw Jordan at your place again. Everything okay?'
My fingers hovered above the screen, unsure what to say. The air still smelled like him, and my legs ached from how he’d taken me. But now, it was time to face reality.
Say something casual, I told myself. Something that makes sense. So I typed back;
'He helped me move a few things because Tom’s still away. Everything’s fine!'
I hit send and tossed the phone on the nightstand, breathing hard as I waited for her reply. A knock on the back door made me jump. I peeked out the blinds. Jordan, shirtless again, this time with a smug grin and a bottle of wine.
I opened the door an inch. “You’re insane.”
“I brought wine,” he said, slipping inside without waiting. “We just had s*x. You can’t
