Page 44 of A Million Times, Yes

“Yes. You will.”

His breath came out as a moan, which was the same sound I made when he kissed me again.

Me:Are you at work?

Jordan:Yeah, why?

Me:I keep smelling you in the hallway.

Jordan:I’m just in your head.

Me:There’s no doubt about that. But what if someone has your cologne?

Jordan:No one has my cologne.

Me:How’s that even possible?

Jordan:Trust me on this.

Me:You’re saying I’m so obsessed with you that my brain is creating scents that aren’t really there?

Jordan:Without closing my eyes, I can see your pussy. I know how fucking incredible it smells. I could describe it perfectly. So, yes, Maya, that’s what I’m saying.

Me:My God, you’re dangerous.

Jordan:Because I’m right.

Me:And now because I’m wet.

Jordan:You must be home by now.

Me:I just got into the bath.

Jordan:How was work?

Me:Long. Very, very long.

Jordan:Have you eaten?

Me:Sam Adams is going to be my dinner tonight.

Jordan:What’s your apartment number?

Me:302. Why?

Jordan:Dinner will be there in 20 minutes.

Me:What? Jordan! You didn’t have to do that.

Jordan:I don’t like the thought that all you were going to have is beer, especially if you’re meeting me for a run in the morning.

Me:I wouldn’t miss our run.

Jordan:Then eat up. I’m going to work your ass hard tomorrow.

Me:I appreciate you—just know that.

Jordan:I do.