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He squeezed my shoulders, his fingertips rough against my skin. “Are you sure you’re not just wanting a do-over? Because I’m not interested in the past.” He stepped back, still gripping my shoulders and running his eyes down my body. “I wantthisSophie. The strength, the grace, the confidence... I can’t live in this town with you and not call you mine.”
“I don’t want a do-over.” I shook my head. “I don’t want to relive our old story, as much as I love it. I want new pages for us.”
His forehead pressed against mine.
“Can you forgive me for disappearing on you for years?” I asked because I knew that there was no bridge to the other side of our story if Jordan couldn’t trust me.
He pulled his head away from mine and blinked at me, looking at me in disbelief. “Of course. I forgave you a long time ago. I knew breaking my heart wasn’t your intention. You were a kid trying to survive.”
I was standing on the tip of my toes, sliding my arms around his neck. “Well, I’m sorry I ever broke your heart.”
He pulled my body tight against his, his big palms warm against my waist. “I like where we are right now.” Then he cleared his throat. “When I drove away last night, I kept asking myself how in the world I was letting anything, at all, tear us apart again. How could I waste any more time not telling you—” His voice broke off.
His pulse throbbed in his neck under my hands.
“Tell me?” I whispered. I’d been desperate to hear what Jordan was thinking.
“Tell you.” His voice trembled with emotion. “I’ve been an idiot since you climbed into the front seat of my truck back in January, thinking I had it in me to be just your friend. Like I had it in me to get over you. ’Cause you asked me if I figured it out, and all I’ve got, Rogers, is that it’s impossible for me to get over you. I never did, and I don’t think I ever can.”
His lips crashed into mine, dipping me low. I dug my hands into his hair. He dug his hands into my waist.
Every nerve in my body melted under his warmth, as I rasped, “Never get over me then ’cause I’m yours, Jordan.”
“All,” he kissed me so hard I almost lost my balance, “mine.”
Chapter 16
DECEMBER 23RD, 2023
Silk Sister Text Thread
Jenna
SOPHIE
we have the supplies and are on the way
Sarah
hair supplies AND drink supplies (mimosas, anyone?)
Me
Oooh you guys thought of everything!
Ihad grown up with a little brother. Someone I could count on to mess up my hair when he walked by, fight me over the last few chips in the bag (or eat the whole bag himself), surprise me with his tenderness right when I needed it most, or make me laugh so hard my abs got sore.
Now, I was about to have sisters.In a matter of hours.
I wasn’t sure what having sisters looked like. But, for today, it appeared sisters brought champagne and orange juice, fancycurling irons, and makeup to your house. They squeezed into my cramped bathroom with its tiny porcelain sink and lacy curtains to teach me the powers of a good face primer and how to properly curl my hair.
“I grew up in awe of your hair,” I said as Jenna twirled a strand of my hair around the curling iron. “Now, I get to see how the magic happens.”
“It’s taken years to hone my craft.” Jenna winked, her own blonde curls bouncy and shiny. “You can always give me a call if you’re in a real hair emergency. You know Sarah does.”
“I think I relied so long on Jenna’s skills that I never developed my own,” Sarah said. “I like your fluffy pink bathroom towels.” She patted one hanging on the towel rack beside her.
“Thanks,” I said, taking in the space. “I can’t believe everything is getting packed up.”
