“Again,” I start with a sigh, “no.”
I fall on my couch, my phone still next to my ear, barely listening to Jordan’s voice.
“No Jordan, you are not going to brunch with my friends. Michael and Logan will be there,” I explain again, even though I know he heard me the first ten times.
“It would be fun, come on baby girl,” Jordan jokes on the other side of the line.
“I’m starting to be late. Goodbye,” I finish, knowing he just want to play with me and don’t actually plan to go to a brunch where two police officers will be.
“Wait,” he stops me before I hung up the call. I sigh before putting my phone back next to my ear, waiting for him to continue.
“I want to bring you somewhere this afternoon, text me when you’re done.”
“Okey,” I accept with a sigh, trying to hide the butterflies in my
