be going through their minds if they hear this. But the thought doesn't last. My body begins to tremble and my fingers tug at his hair. I think I may shatter into a million pieces, but I don't want to this way. I want to feel him.
"Jordan," I moan. "I'm in love with you too." My words come out in hard pants but apparently it's clear enough for him to understand because he stops and looks up. There’s a ringing in my ear and I can’t tell if it’s because my heart is trying to explode or if it’s the alcohol.
"You are?" he asks.
"Yes." I smile. "Now, fuck me. Please."
A smirk grows on his lips and he holds my gaze as he slides my panties down my legs. Then he crawls up my body and gives me exactly what I asked for.
6
JORDAN
I feel like I was hit by a train, but in a good way, if that's even possible. I've never welcomed a hangover before, but if drinking allowed me to hear the words Xia said to me last night, I'd take a hangover every morning. The memory of her moaning rings through my ears and I immediately began to crave her again. Only when I go to move, I'm hit with a swirl of dizziness followed by a deep churning in my stomach. Damn. I really did have a few too many beers last night. Her moans continue to echo in my head as I reach over to touch her, only to find an empty space next to me. My eyes fly open at the same time I realize the moaning isn't my imagination but actual sounds coming from my bathroom. I sit up, hit with another wave of dizziness just as I hear the choking sounds of her vomiting.
"Shit," I curse, stumbling to my feet. I find my boxers crumpled in a heap on the floor next to her panties. The sounds of her gagging as I approach the door makes me feel like I could be sick too.
"Zee?" I say, pushing open the door. She sits on her knees, her arm splayed along one side of the toilet seat and her head resting on it.
"God, I'm never drinking beer again," she says. She's naked from the waist down, in only her pink camisole.
"Same here," I say, sitting on the rim of the bathtub which is close enough to allow me to lean forward and rub her back. It hits me at this moment just how drunk we actually were. What if she didn't mean what she said? Or worse, what if she doesn't remember? Well, she's half-naked, and as wild as things got last night, there’s no doubt her body still aches from me being inside her. We had sex more than once and we weren't exactly gentle. Fuck, what if she regrets it?
We are silent for what feels like an eternity until she starts to move away from the toilet.
"I think it's over." Slowly, she stands and leans over the sink to rinse her mouth and I reach into my medicine cabinet to grab my mouthwash. I need to say something. Anything. This quiet is deafening.
"Here, try this."
She nods, taking the mouthwash. Her eyes are still heavy with exhaustion.
"Thanks, I'll be out in a second."
I take my cue to leave, pull the door closed behind me, and step into my bedroom. My mind is racing with the many ways to handle this. I could just flat out ask what she's thinking, which is my usual approach to shit like this, but I feel the need to be more subtle. I don't want to make things awkward between us if it was just a one night slip-up on her end. I'd hate it, but I could survive going back to the way things were if that means I don't lose her for good.
I'm pulling my T-shirt over my head when I hear the bathroom door open. She walks over, grabs her panties from the floor, and slides them up her legs.
"Things got a bit crazy last night," she says, flopping heavily on my bed and bending down to swipe her jeans from the floor. I thought she was about to put them on, but she brings a hand to her temple, massaging it. She still looks a little weak, probably from the episode in the bathroom.
"They did,” I say. She was so wet and I could barely control myself. It was like once that line was crossed