-POV Derby
The silence after Jordan hung up on his father felt heavier than any shouting could ever be.
We were still tangled on the couch, his arms locked around me like he was afraid I’d disappear if he loosened his grip even a little. My face was pressed to his chest, his heartbeat steady and strong against my cheek. The phone I’d dropped earlier kept lighting up on the floor — notifications, alerts, messages — but I didn’t reach for it. For the first time in hours, I let myself stay right here. In his arms. In this tiny bubble we had made.
Jordan’s hand moved slowly up and down my back, under my shirt, warm skin on warm skin. Not pushing for more. Just… holding. Like he needed the contact as much as I did.
“You’re shaking,” he murmured against my hair.
I hadn’t noticed. “I’m fine.
