JORDAN
“Act on what?”
“Those physical needs. It’s mutual. I have those needs, too. So why don’t we just…give in? Act on our primal needs until it burns out.”
For a f*****g ten seconds I lose the ability to breathe. I stare at her, trying to process what she’s suggesting.
The logical part of me, the part that’s always in control, screams at me to shut this down. To walk away. No, run, before I make the biggest mistake of my life.
But the other part, the one that’s been haunted by the memory of her lips, her touch, her goddamn body, is hanging on every word she says.
“And what if this doesn’t burn out? What if this is more than physical?”
She blinks, surprised by my admission, and I wish I could take it back. The last thing I want is to give her hope. And I can see the hope in her e
