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I scoff. “Well, obviously.”
“I also texted with Ben. About you. I texted my friends too, but that was more just shooting the shit.”
He’s told me that he’s mostly avoided talking to his friends if he can, so this seems like a big step. “And what did Ben have to say?”
Jordan smiles a little. “He already knew because…”
I laugh. “Because I told Hallie and Hannah.”
“Yeah, you bet.”
“How did it feel to talk to them?”
Jordan turns, staring back up at the sky. “It felt good. I miss them. A lot. I’ve been a shit friend for the last couple of years.”
I shake my head. “You haven’t, J.” Now it’s my turn to angle his head towards me. “You haven’t. You did what you needed to do to survive. They’re your brothers, and they understand that. They love you, and they’ll be there for you, always and no matter what.”
He fidgets a little uncomfortably. “I told Ben I like when they say Allie’s name. How when no one does, it makes me feel like they forgot about her.”
My heart aches for him. “If I know Ben, he apologized for not saying it enough, promised to say it more, and told you they all love Allie, and they think about her every day.”
Jordan smiles a little. “Got it in one.”
“Like I said, they’re your brothers, just as much as your actual brothers are. Your family. Family sticks, J. Always.”
Jordan’s eyes cloud with emotion. “Hurricane, you are my favorite person on earth.”
My chest tightens as our gazes lock, his eyes navy blue and swirling with a feeling that makes my stomach swoop. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Just on earth?”
He grins, rolling over so he’s on top of me, his forearms bracketing my head as he leans down to kiss me.
“On earth.”
Kiss.
“In the galaxy.”
Kiss.
“In this universe, and in all the others.”
Jordan slants his mouth over mine in a slow kiss that scrambles my brain and rearranges my cells until right there, laying on my back on a pickleball court in the middle of Central Park under the night sky with Jordan hovering above me, a slow smile on his face and his eyes sparkling with happiness, I fall deeply, irrevocably, headfirst in love.
CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT
JORDAN
“Come with me.”
Jo grabs my hand and pulls me off of the 72nd Street Transverse where we’re walking towards the park exit. I follow her onto Bethesda Terrace, and she leads me down the stairs and around the corner, under the arches.
It’s dark and deserted down here, not at all well-lit like the rest of the park. This seems like not a super great place to be, and I’m about to say exactly that. But then Jo spins, pushing me up against the wall and standing on her tiptoes, slamming her mouth to mine, and every thought falls out of my brain.
She wraps her arms around my waist, opening her mouth and pushing her tongue inside mine. The kiss is hot and wet, and her cupcake scent surrounds me as my dick hardens between us. She explores my mouth, tasting and teasing, and I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but I am so here for it.
The stone is cool against my back compared to the inferno racing in my blood as Jo presses closer to me, grinding her body against my dick. A growl rumbles in my chest as I cup her face in my hands, tilting her head to take the kiss even deeper. I flick my tongue against her top lip and smile as she lets out a low moan.
I am fucking ravenous for her. Reaching down, I go to pick her up, but she steps back, breaking the kiss. She stares at me, chest heaving, lips wet and swollen, eyes dark and filled with lust. Then she smirks—fucking smirks—before dropping to her knees on the stone floor.
