There was little sleep in the early hours, our bodies hot and damp, tangled in the sheets. This time, there was no embarrassment in the morning. I yawned and stretched, still entwined in Jordan’s arms, and he sleepily pulled me onto his chest for a kiss. “Is it morning? What day is it?” His voice was gruff and sleep filled. “Yes. It’s morning. And it’s Saturday.” “Thought so.” He rolled me over, to pin me to the bed, before running his fingers through my mussed hair. “We need to go shopping today.” I blinked. I didn’t expect that. He grinned at my surprise. “Unless you’ve got more condoms in your purse? I only have one left.” He nudged my hip, hard again. I was very tempted. “I have to go soon.” His fingers paused, waited a moment, then continued stroking my hair. “Jordan. Really, I’m busy today.”
