Her fingertips trace my jaw line as she looks up at me, resting her chin on my chest. Damn, I could get used to this. “Three good things,” she says. I smile and slide my hand through her wet hair. For whatever reason, that question makes me weak. “Taking away your pain with my dick? Pretty awesome . . . Seeing my family fawn over you was something. And . . . this.” I pull her up and lock my lips on hers. This time when I kiss her it feels different. It’s not intense like last time after Bryan left. It’s gentle. It’s comfortable and safe. It’s familiar. It’s Jordan. “Could you see us as more
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