JORDAN
“My bedroom? Hmm, interesting.” Her lips twist into a cynical smile. She twirls her glass, making the drink slosh.
I know I’m making a f*****g mistake and I should flee looking the other way but I can’t do that. I can’t focus when she is not near, and when she is near, her warmth is everything I think about.
Why do I need to spend another night with her? Why can’t I walk away from her and bury what happened between us in the past? It should be easy to forget about her, right? So why can’t I f*****g do that?
Why am I here?
Because there was more to that night than just a steamy encounter between two consenting adults.
True. Even now, the truth is shimmering like an invisible force, pulling me towards her.
Chemistry.
Electric, fiery chemistry that snaps the air taut and makes
