Chapter 11: All the Ways I’m Yours
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Chapter 11: All the Ways I’m Yours
Hina didn’t know how to explain it, but when Jordan walked back into her life, something inside her clicked into place.
Not just relief. Not just happiness.
It was peace.
Like her heart had been holding its breath for weeks—and now it could finally exhale.
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They spent the first 48 hours glued together.
Late mornings curled up in her bed, trading sleepy kisses and bad breath giggles. Afternoons at Brew & Bloom, sneaking hand-holds behind the counter and getting caught by regulars who winked and said, “About time.”
Nights were their favorite. Quiet, golden-lit, and warm.
Jordan had officially moved into the apartment above Brew & Bloom. It wasn’t huge, but it was theirs. Between the two of them, they filled it with blankets, succulents, and all the tea Hina could hoard.
On their third night back, he cooked her jollof rice—terribly. Burnt edges. Too much pepper. But he wore a frilly apron while doing it, and Hina couldn’t stop laughing.
They sat on the floor, eating it anyway.
“You’re terrible at this,” she said, mouth full.
“I’m amazing at many things,” he replied. “Cooking just isn’t one of them.”
“Like what?”
He smirked. “Come here and find out.”
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They didn’t make it to the bedroom.
It started with a kiss. Then another. Then hands tangled in clothes and breathless gasps pressed between whispered I-missed-yous.
Her shirt hit the floor.
His lips traced her skin like a map he’d memorized and still wanted to rediscover.
She straddled his lap. The intensity between them humming like a live wire.
“This okay?” he asked, voice rough.
“More than okay.”
He carried her to the couch. Slow. Careful. Like she was something sacred.
There were no games now. No fear.
Just love, raw and real and entirely theirs.
They undressed each other with reverence. No rush. Just discovery. Every kiss was a question. Every sigh, an answer.
And when they came together—skin to skin, soul to soul—it wasn’t just about pleasure.
It was belonging.
After, tangled in blankets and heartbeats, Hina whispered, “That was everything.”
Jordan kissed her shoulder. “You are everything.”
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The next morning, they overslept.
Hina raced downstairs ten minutes after opening time to find two regulars waiting outside with coffees in hand and smug grins on their faces.
“Someone had a fun night,” Mr. Thompson said, wagging his eyebrows.
Hina turned bright red. “Shut up and come inside.”
The gossip spread fast. But this time, she didn’t care.
She was in love, and the whole town could choke on their judgment.
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Later that week, Lola threw them a “You Finally Stopped Denying It” dinner.
It was wild.
Loud music, bad karaoke, too much wine. Half the guests were cousins Hina didn’t even know she had. Jordan danced with her mother—badly—and even managed to charm the aunties who had once side-eyed her choice in men.
By the end of the night, Lola pulled her aside.
“Okay,” she said. “So you’re serious about this whole forever thing, huh?”
Hina nodded. “I think I’ve known since the day he made me cry at my sixteenth birthday for stealing the last cupcake.”
Lola laughed. “Yeah, sounds like true love.”
They hugged.
And for the first time since this whole mess started, Hina felt like everything had come full circle.
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That night, Jordan surprised her again.
Not with a ring.
But with a drawer.
He cleared out one in the dresser.
Just for her.
“I want you to know you always have a place here. With me. For real.”
Hina stared at it like it was the most romantic thing she’d ever seen.
Then she tackled him onto the bed.
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As they lay there, the stars outside their window blinking in time with their dreams, Hina whispered, “What’s next for us?”
Jordan ran his fingers through her curls. “Whatever we want.”
She smiled into his chest.
For the first time, the future didn’t scare her.
Because she wasn’t walking into it alone.
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[END OF CHAPTER 11]
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