Page 212 of Off the Pitch

“Did you still get a lecture?”

“Nah, first and only time I’ve managed to avoid one,” Jordan said. He squeezed my hand again. “I’m still sorry about how shitty everything was for you.”

“Thanks.” I took a deep breath before giving him a smile and looking up and around the restaurant. It was quieter now, just a few tables of diners left. I didn’t know how long we’d been here because every moment seemed to have lasted a lifetime. We could have been here for months, and I wouldn’t have noticed. “We should probably leave soon before Raphael finds an excuse to start giving me tequila.”

Jordan snorted. “I’d like to see you after some tequila. I think you’d be a hilarious drunk. I’m sure you’ve got the best dad-dancing moves too.”

“I’m an excellent dancer,” I said, waving at the nearest waitress so I could ask for the bill.

“Yeah, right. I’d love to see that.”

“I have plenty of rhythm, and I know how to use it.” I gave Jordan a wink.

“Being a good fuck doesn’t mean you’re a good dancer.”

“So, you admit I’m a good fuck then?”

“I’ve never denied it.” Jordan leaned in and gave me a heated look. “You’re the best I’ve ever had.”

“Well, aren’t you sweet?”

“You know, this is where you’re supposed to say something nice about me?”

“And ruin the illusion? No thanks, I’ll just take all the credit for myself.”

Jordan threw his head back and laughed. “You’re such an asshole.”

“It’s been said.” I took the bill from the waitress and pulled out my wallet. Jordan reached for his jeans at the same time, and I shot him a stern look. “Don’t you dare. This is my treat.”

“But you always pay for stuff,” he grumbled.

“Well, if you like I can use the hundred pounds you owe me.”

“I’d forgotten about that,” he said. “Now you know who I mean when Christian mentions his significant other.”

“I take it it’s a lot then?”

“All the damn time.” Jordan shook his head, a fond smile curling across his lips. “I love the pair of them, but fucking hell, it gets old. Lovesick people are the worst.”

“You’ll just never have to become one of them.”

“I’m not planning on it,” Jordan said. He paused for a minute as if thinking. “Do you want to come back to mine? You don’t have to stay, but I thought we could just chill?”

“Are you inviting me back to yours to chill or to fuck?”

“Definitely the second,” he said with a snort. “I was trying to be polite about it.”

“There’s a first time for everything,” I said, trying to move my leg quickly as Jordan aimed a kick at my shin. He was faster than I thought, and I pouted as he chuckled.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you.”

“Oh, I know you will.”

Chapter Sixteen

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