Page 31 of One Little Chance
“You’re a good doctor.”
“You’re a good patient,” he said gruffly. “Actually, not really. You were torturing me all day.”
“Torturing you?”
“I’m trying to respect this relationship we have here, trying to take my time to figureusout, but it’s torture trying to keep my hands to myself.” He gestured to where I sat beside him, my long hair a mess down my shoulders. “Like, look at you. I feel like a man who’d finally kicked his caffeine addiction, and someone is roasting their favorite beans. And they know exactly…” he let his voice fade.
“How it tastes?”
His eyes were agonized as he asked, his voice so low it echoed through me, “Do you want me to keep my hands to myself?”
I shook my head no.
He grabbed my hands and pulled me onto his lap, and then I pulled away. “Wait, wait,” I hated the words as they left my mouth. “Jordan, I’ve been sick. I just broke my fever?—”
“Please, make me sick. Give me whatever you got. I’ll take it happily.” He brought my lips to his and said between kisses, “Because I’ve missed these lips.” He ran his fingers down my sides and said his words hot and breathless against my lips, “I’ve missed every inch of you. Every single day. For years.”
I’d kissed this man thousands of times. His lips were almost as familiar to me as my own, yet tonight each kiss felt so monumental. My own personal earthquake, everything in me falling to pieces. No one else could kiss me like this—touch me like this.
It was like he hadn’t forgotten anything about me. He remembered how to make me shiver. He’d remembered to kiss along my jaw, grinning when I sighed. Holding onto me like he’d been waiting for this moment for years, his hands needy against my skin.
“I wish I could have all of your Saturdays,” I said between kisses.
He mumbled into my neck, “Rogers, you’ve always gotten whatever you wanted from me, giving you my Saturdays is like asking for pennies.”
When we were teenagers, kissing till we fogged up the truck windows, he’d whisper, “Rogers, I just love you so much.”
And sometimes I’d find it hard to speak. I didn’t know the words to communicate just how downright into my core happy I was he was in my life. How lucky I felt he lived down my street and went to my school and loved me right back.
I was speechless now, too. Finding it hard to communicate, except through my hands in his hair, kissing his lips till they bruised.
I was feverish again—this time just for him, incurably not even trying to resist it.
“Okay then, I’ll take every single day if they’re up for grabs.” I pulled away for a minute, taking in this messy-haired, swollen lips view of him grinning back at me.
He ran his thumb over my bottom lip and I asked, my voice shaking as I pushed myself to expose all the feelings I’ve carried with me for years like battle scars, “Are they, up for grabs?”
He stilled for a moment, thumb still on my lip as I continued speaking, “I’ve been wanting to ask you… Have you figured it out?”
“Us?”
“Yeah, us.” I nodded, hovering over him, my hair grazing against his chest. “Figured us out.”
A phone rang into the night. We both startled. Both of us turned to where it was on the nightstand—it was Jordan’s phone. “It should be on night mode if it’s ringing…” He shook his head. I crawled off him as he rolled to the other end of the bed.
“Dad?” he answered, breathless. The clock blinked 3:04 a.m. I’d felt like I was in a timeless vortex. “What?” he gasped, standing up.
“No, I can get there.” He shuffled around the room, hair a mess, jaw tight.
He hung up his phone and took a long breath, eyes closed.
“Jordan?” I asked, my mouth dry when he opened his eyes.
“I’ve got to go.” He started walking toward the doorway. “One of our builds caught fire. Dad is there with some of the team right now, it’s a…” He stopped in his tracks and looked at me. I didn’t want him to go. I’m sure it was all over my face. “I know we were just…”
I wanted to say something, anything, while I still had him here, even just yell,I’m still in love with you!but as I opened my mouth?—
His phone rang again, he looked down at it. “I’ve got to take this.” He put his phone to his ear, answering as he ran out of the room.
