His face lights up even as his voice stays a little cautious. “You really wouldn’t mind living there? I mean, you’ve met my brothers. And Cece lives next door. That’s…kind of a lot.”
I take both of his hands, my eyes drinking in his beautiful face I love so much. “J, it sounds like exactly what I want. And in case you haven’t noticed, I’m kind of a lot, so it’s perfect.”
Jordan leans in and kisses me softly. “You’re perfect.”
I snort, kissing his nose. “I’m super not. I hate cooking, am kind of messy, leave my shoes everywhere, and I always forget to make the bed. You sure you still want to live with me?”
He laughs, kissing me again. “I love to cook, seeing your shoes everywhere just reminds me you’re there, and why make the bed when I’m just going to try and get you back into it as soon as possible? Literally all I want is to live with you, Jo Jo. I love you so much, and the life I want is whatever life we get to do together. You are my happiest ending.”
Jordan’s words hit me right in the heart, which beats madly at the love in his eyes, the way he looks at me like I am his reason for everything. I could live a hundred lifetimes, and I will never, ever forget this day. I didn’t know a heart could be this happy.
“The romance, J. Oh, my god.”
Jordan grins and hauls me into his lap, wrapping his arms around me and settling my head against his chest. “Hurricane, I’ll romance the fuck out of you. Starting with this.”
He reaches over and grabs his phone, opening his gallery, and clicking on a picture before handing it to me. It’s Dippy in his habitat, wearing a scarf covered in hearts around his neck. When I press a hand to my chest, I’m not being dramatic. I’m trying to keep my heart from exploding with happiness. Okay, maybe a little dramatic.
I snuggle deeper into Jordan’s chest and feel his heart beating out the same rhythm. “You put that scarf on him before you left to come here last night?”
Jordan presses a kiss to the top of my head. “Not exactly. I left in kind of a hurry because all I could think about was getting to you. So I texted my mom earlier and asked her to put it on and send me the picture.”
I laugh, amused at how seriously he still takes our daily picture. “You know, it would have been okay to skip a Dippy picture of the day. On account of driving all night and dramatic, pre-sunrise love confessions and all.”
I feel Jordan shaking his head. “Never. Especially not today.”
“Why especially not today?”
“Because it’s National Scarf Day.”
I sit straight up, staring at Jordan incredulously. “Today?”
He grins at me. “Today.”
“And how is it you know that?”
He shrugs. “I downloaded an app the day you left New York that tells you all those national days. I wanted to be able to send you themed packages, but I never got the chance because, well, here we are.
“You downloaded an…” I trail off, launching myself into Jordan’s arms. He laughs and catches me, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tight. “You are the best person I have ever known. Like, seriously, I don’t know how it’s possible to love someone as much as I love you. Being this happy shouldn’t be allowed.”
Jordan kisses my neck and falls backwards with his arms still around me. Then he rolls so I’m under him, and he hovers over me, his deep blue eyes alight as he bends and kisses me. “Hurricane, there is nothing in this world I wouldn’t do to make you happy. I hope you’re ready for me to make you happy and love you the best way I know how for the rest of our lives because that’s my plan.”
I reach up and frame his face with my hands. “That’s a really, really good plan.”
“I’m glad you think that because I’d really like to get started right now.”
I give him a sly grin. “Oh, I think you already started hours ago. The five orgasms made me really, really happy.”
Jordan grins. “Well, we don’t have anything to do or anywhere to be for the rest of the day, and I’m pretty sure I can beat that.”
I lean up and kiss the face I love so much. “That’s one competition I can definitely get behind.”
“Game on, Hurricane.”
Jordan presses his mouth to mine, and with the love, laughter, and fun that is so uniquely us, we start the first day of the rest of our lives.
Together.
EPILOGUE
