-POV Derby
The pantry was too small for the weight of what I was about to say.
Jordan’s hand was still on my neck, fingers tangled in my hair, thumb resting right over the frantic beat of my pulse. His other palm stayed flat against my waist, warm and steady, like he was anchoring me so I couldn’t run. His eyes never left mine — dark, focused, completely locked on me in that way that always made my stomach flip and my thighs press together.
I could feel my heart trying to claw its way out of my chest.
“I…” My voice cracked before I even got the first word out. I swallowed hard, trying again. “I hate how much I want this. I hate that even after seeing her touch you, after everything that’s already out there, I still let you hold me like this. I still let myself feel safe with you.”
Jor
