Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Jordan’s fingers dig into my foot. “We only have a few weeks left of shooting.”
“Yeah, then when it releases next year, it’ll be press junkets and—”
“Mm, you get to spend more time with me, answering the same questions over and over again.”
“The spending time with you part won’t be so horrible. Though knowing our management teams, they’ll probably want to split us up for the press tour.”
His lips try to turn up in a smile, but they don’t quite get there. “Your future boyfriend will probably want that too.”
My gut twists like it always does when he says stuff like that. I’ve been playing it off, but after what we just did, I don’t want him to keep saying it. “I think I know what I want.”
“Want?”
“Yeah. For my favor that I still have to cash.”
He shifts positions on the couch to turn to me. “Say what now? I won that bet.”
“Hmm, did you, though?”
“Yes. You offered yourself to me, and I turned you down. Ergo, I win.”
I tap my chin. “Technically, the bet was that we would have had sex by the time we left Montana, and we didn’t.”
“Oh, so we’re loopholing it now? Let me guess, you want me to get up onstage with you and sing a duet so it can go viral, and I will never work in this town again.”
“It’s not that, I promise.”
Jordan looks horrified. “It’s going to be worse than that? Actually, I can’t think of anything worse.”
I fidget with the rope that ties the robe together because once I say this, I’m thinking he will find it worse than embarrassing himself in front of millions of people. “I want you to give us a real chance. I know you hate commitment, and the last time you tried it, it didn’t end well—”
“Every time I’ve tried it, it didn’t end well.”
“I also know it will be hard for you to trust me when I say I am different to Ben, different to everyone else, but I am. This isn’t about sex or exploring or whatever. I don’t think it ever was.”
“Can we go back to the singing in public thing?” Jordan whines.
“This isn’t even about being boyfriends because I know that term makes you cringe. It’s about trying. You’ve already written me off and think I’ll end up with another guy.”
“That’s because it always happens. I’m cursed.”
“Maybe it happens because you expect it to and don’t really try. When you crack jokes about future boyfriends all the time, you know what it makes me think? That you’re not interested in anything more. So, yeah, maybe it never works out because of you. Not them.”
“And Ben? I gave him a chance. Ended the same way.”
“Did you really, though? When we first met, you called yourself his toy. When I asked about you two, you winced when you said you were in a relationship. You had one foot out the door already.”
His hand on my foot leaves me, and I immediately miss his touch. “So you’re saying it’s my fault he cheated?”
“Not at all. That’s his fault. If he had a problem with you, he should’ve come to you first instead of turning to someone else, but what I’m saying is, maybe you would have more success in relationships if you weren’t constantly expecting it to end.”
“Why do I feel like I’m in a therapist’s office?”
“Dr. Blake, at your service.”
Jordan finally breaks into a smile. A small one, but it counts. “You’re the most unprofessional therapist ever. Fucking your client? That violates all kinds of laws.”
I throw my feet off his lap and then crawl toward him because I can tell if I let him get away with snarky comments, he’ll move on, and this conversation is not done.
Jordan’s eyes narrow as I get close.
“Give us a real chance to grow something here.” I lean in and kiss his cheek and then nuzzle my way down to his neck. “We have fun together. We respect each other. We—”
“Only have a few weeks until our schedules will take us in different directions.”
Okay, he still needs some convincing.
I straddle his lap. I never thought of myself as one of those guys who connected sex with emotion, and maybe Jordan’s hard cock under me is merely a physical response to me being close to him, but considering we’re talking about giving us a real shot and his dick is on board, I have to assume he really does want it. It’s his heart and his head that are letting him down.
I want to convince him we could have something amazing, but I fear he may never be open enough to accept it.
I don’t know what I can do to show him, but I’m going to try everything I can to make him see. He might not be ready for the emotional stuff, but he’s definitely ready for the physical.