-POV Derby
The morning after Jordan’s promise, everything felt different.
I woke up in his bed again, his arm heavy around my waist, his breath warm against the back of my neck. For a few quiet minutes, I let myself pretend this could be normal — waking up beside him, his body wrapped around mine like he never wanted to let go.
But normal wasn’t something we were allowed to have.
Jordan stirred behind me, pressing a slow kiss to my shoulder.
“Stay today,” he murmured, voice still rough with sleep. “Call in sick. Let me keep you here.”
I turned in his arms to face him.
His eyes were soft in the morning light — softer than I’d ever seen them.
“I can’t,” I whispered. “If I keep disappearing, people will start asking questions. And I’m already walking on thin ice at work.”
He sighed,
