-POV Derby
The comfortable bubble we had built in the apartment didn’t last long.
We left together a little after noon — Jordan insisting on driving me to the office because “I’m not letting you face them alone.” I tried to argue, but his hand on my lower back as we stepped into the elevator was so steady, so sure, that I let myself lean into it. For a few minutes in the car, everything felt almost normal. His fingers rested on my thigh, thumb tracing slow circles over my slacks. Not s****l. Just… there. Like he needed the contact as much as I did.
I caught myself smiling at him again, the same stupid, easy smile I’d had all morning. “You’re spoiling me,” I teased, voice lighter than it had any right to be.
Jordan glanced at me, eyes soft but still intense. “Get used to it.”
I laughed
