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“I’m glad you think so.”

She moves further into the room and stops at the bed before glancing at me. I nod and she hops on to lie down.

“Wow,” she breathes.

I move to stand between her legs, massaging the outsides of her thighs. I fucking love her legs. Thick, soft. Perfect to bury my face between.

“I’ll have your things moved in today. The closet is through there and the bathroom is over there. I want you here waiting for me when I get home tonight.”

She sits up, a slight frown on her face. “Where are you going?”

“I have something to do.”

“Something bad?”

I shrug a shoulder, still kneading my fingers into her muscles. “I guess you could say that.”

She sighs. “Is it dangerous?”

“No,” I answer.

“How can it be bad, but not dangerous?”

“I’m good at what I do.”

She pokes at the buttons on my shirt, looking up at me. “Is it always going to be like this?”

“Like what?”

“Me worrying if you’re going to come home or not?”

That has my heart stuttering in my chest. I hadn’t considered that, but I answer the only way I can.

“What I have to do tonight will make a better and safer future for us.” She nods and I lean down to kiss her, not wanting to pull away, but knowing I have to. At least for now. “So will you? Be here waiting for me tonight?”

She smiles and leans in to kiss me again. “Of course.”

I have no idea what state I’ll be in, but as long as I have her here waiting for me, everything else will be fine. Because somehow, I’ve come to rely on Jordan in a way I’ve never relied on another person before. Not sure when it happened, or how, but it did. And I wouldn’t change a thing about it.

Chapter Fifty-Four

Jordan

My mind has been nonstop since Enzo gave me my surprise. Something I should be happy about, and I am. This only makes our relationship feel more real.

I’d wanted to ask him about it so many times before, but at the same time, I liked that we had our own space. I liked that I appreciated him more when I saw him, because I missed him and were taking things slow. Obviously not with the sex, but we’re not perfect. But I’m ready to be in his arms every night, to be in his room and share space with him like a real married couple.

But all of that was quickly squashed with a simple word.

Month.

It’s been a month since we agreed to take this seriously. A month since Enzo took me to dinner. Since we first had sex. A little less than a month since we had another first night together with Rafael. A month since I had unprotected sex with both him and Rafael. Which has happened multiple times since.

And that means it’s been at least six weeks since I’ve had my period. Possibly more.

Which could only mean one thing…

“Fuck,” I mutter as I pace my room. “Shit. Damnit. What the hell?” I growl, running my hands through my hair.