Truth. And also, no, because friends. What part of just friends don’t you understand?
Noah
Men and women can never be friends. The sex always gets in the way.
Me
Are you really quoting When Harry Met Sally at me right now?
Cooper
He isn’t wrong though.
Me
He is wrong. We are just friends.
Elliot
Okay, whatever you say. But if you’re happy, we’re happy. Seriously.
Noah
What he said. And also, when the just friends thing changes, we’ll be the first to know right?
Me
You know it.
Cooper
Really?
Me
Fuck no, mind your own business.
Rolling my eyes a little but also suddenly missing my brothers more than I have in a long time, I toss my phone on the coffee table. Trying not to wake Jo, I reach forward and set the popcorn bowl next to my phone, settling back down. Jo stirs, pressing her face deeper into the crook of my neck and sighing in her sleep.
Her weight against my shoulder is warm and comforting, and the only light in the room is from the flickering of the TV. My eyes grow heavy, as if weeks of work and sleepless nights are finally catching up to me. I close them for just a second, and my last thought as I drift off to sleep is that out of everything we’ve done together over the past couple of weeks, this moment right here is my favorite one of all.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
JO
Something is weird.
Half asleep, and with my eyes still closed, I catalog my surroundings. Heavy weight across my back. Hard surface under my head. Clean laundry scent filling my senses.
What the fuck?
My eyes fly open as I realize I’m not in my bed. I am, in fact, lying horizontally on Jordan’s couch, my head on his shoulder, an arm draped over his chest, one of my legs thrown over his, and his arm wrapped around my back, anchoring me to his body.
I lift my head just enough to see Jordan’s face, as relaxed in sleep as I’ve ever seen it. His hair falls over his forehead and his chest rises and falls slowly, warm breath fluttering over my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. My heart speeds up a little at our proximity, and I wonder if there has ever been a more perfect moment than this. It’s warm and cozy in our little bubble, and the light outside is dim enough that I’m pretty sure I have enough time to close my eyes and drift off for a little longer, wrapped in all this comfort.
I sink deeper into Jordan’s hold, trying not to move too much so I don’t wake him. He’s told me a couple times he doesn’t sleep well, and I know he needs this rest. But as I shift just a little closer to him, my leg moves slightly, making contact with something rock hard, and my entire body jolts becausewhat the fuck; that’s his dick.
It must startle Jordan because his arm drops from around my waist, except it turns out his arm was all that was keeping me on the couch, so I promptly roll off, landing on the floor in a pile of discarded blankets with a yelp and a thud.
