14
Annie
The smell of coffee woke me.
I groaned and peeled my eyes open. Jordan stood with two steaming mugs in his hands. He was shirtless in nothing but a pair of black boxers. His hair was wet and floppy, as if he’d just gotten out of the shower.
“Is that for me?” I whispered, rubbing my bleary eyes.
“It’s almost noon.”
I yawned again as I took the coffee from his hand. “I was so tired.”
“I noticed that.”
“Did you already shower?” I pouted. “Without me?”
He laughed, sinking into the bed next to me. “I worked out this morning. Needed the shower.”
“How long have you been up?” I asked between sips of coffee.
The first time I’d stayed the night, Jordan had made the mistake of trying to talk to me before I had my coffee. And I wasn’t coherent enough for that. I wasn’t picky about
