“What?”
“All the celebrities used that orange square to announce Fyre Festival. And look how that turned out.”
“You’re right. Orange is the worst.”
He falls onto his back and stares up at the ceiling. It’s quiet for a moment, and my heart is still racing.
“Did you want me to stop?” he asks.
“Stop what?”
“Making out with you.”
I shrug. “Not really. I was enjoying it.”
“I wasn’t sure. I didn’t want to move too fast, but I really wanted to take off your shirt. Not your bra. Just your shirt.”
“I’m cool with that.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
“Sure.”
“Is your bra orange?”
“No, it’s white.”
“Good.” He rolls back on top of me and starts kissing me again.
Suffice it to say, we don’t get anything done on the project, but he also stays true to his word and doesn’t even attempt to remove my bra.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
MORGAN
I wake up to the sound of my phone vibrating on my nightstand. I look over at the window, but the sun hasn’t even fully risen yet.
No one calls me this early.
I reach over and pick up my phone and see Jonah’s name at the top of the screen. I drop the phone on the nightstand and fall back onto my pillow.
We haven’t spoken in over a week. Not since the night we almost kissed. He’s texted twice, asking how I’m doing. I didn’t respond to either text.
It’s hard, because I want to separate myself from him, but at the same time, I want to spend time with Elijah. It sucks that Jonah and Elijah are a package deal.
I’m hoping we can work out some kind of visitation schedule. It would be even better if we didn’t have to go to each other’s houses to exchange Elijah. We could Uber Elijah back and forth.
That thought makes me laugh. Ubering babies from house to house. I wonder if there’s a minimum age limit for Uber passengers.
My phone pings. A text. I swing my arm back to my nightstand and pull my phone to my face. I sit up in bed when I see how many missed calls and texts I have from Jonah.
I throw the covers off and stand up, urgently pressing the screen to call him back. He answers on the first ring. “Morgan?”
“Is Elijah okay?”
Jonah sighs with relief at the sound of my voice. “I’m sorry to even ask you, but he’s been up all night with a fever, so I can’t take him to day care. But I can’t call in to work today. It’s state testing day for the freshmen, and after school lets out, I have two conferences sch—”
“Of course.” My hand is on my chest. My heart is pounding. I thought it was something worse. “Of course. Bring him over.”
Jonah’s voice is softer. Less panicked. “I won’t be able to pick him up until after six.”
“It’s fine. I miss him.”
I spend the next twenty minutes in the kitchen cooking. Jonah sounded so stressed on the phone, and if Elijah was up all night with a fever, that means Jonah is going to need some energy today. I used to do this for Chris. I’d make breakfast burritos packed with protein and send a bag with him on his busiest days.
I might also be making Jonah breakfast as somewhat of an apology. I feel like I was too harsh on him last week. Maybe I’ve been too harsh on him since he came back into our lives. Either way, burritos will make it better.
I’m also hoping this is a step forward. Maybe we can work out some sort of deal to where Elijah can be a huge part of my life, and Jonah and I can build an actual friendship. I stay up most nights thinking about what he said to me in the driveway, and while it did have a profound impact on the resentment I’ve been holding toward him, I also realize that the feelings he was talking about were in the past.
We were teenagers back then. We were different people. He wasn’t saying that he still felt that way. He was simply saying he used to feel that way.
He’s been back in our lives for several months now, and nothing outside of that near kiss has indicated he still has those same feelings, so whatever he thought he felt for me when we were teenagers is something he obviously worked through during the years he was away. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have slept with Jenny when they ran into each other last year. And he wouldn’t have moved