Page 100 of Last First Kiss

“Remember? We’re getting pie?”

Jordan swallows. “We are?”

Jamie nods. “Celebration pie.” He plucks a few cocktail napkins from a tray on the bar before reaching over. He gently dabs at the stain on Jordan’s shirt. “We haven’t celebrated that big promotion yet.”

They haven’t. Not that they hadplannedto. His mom and Tevin made a big enough deal about it. So did Denz. Still, Jordan can’t help his smile.

“Okay.”

Jamie rubs at his sleeve for a second longer. It’s not helping. But Jordan swears he can feel it through the fabric. Through the napkins. Jamie’s delicate, attentive touch.

“Well,” Meg says loudly. She drops two twenties on the bar. Snatches the tray when Jamie lifts it. “At least these drinks will keep me company on this stupid bar crawl.”

She spins and storms away.

Jamie winces sadly. “I forgot to add the lemon-lime soda again.”

Jordan nearly tips off his chair laughing.

He lets Jamie get back to work while regrettably finishing his own poorly made drink. The heat in his chest is nice. A perfect counter to whatever’s happening in his stomach.

The alcohol makes him less cagey. Less weird.

When Jamie stops in front of him again to wipe down the counter, Jordan freely asks, “Is that why you invited me tonight?”

“Hmm?”

“To celebrate,” Jordan clarifies.

Jamie cocks his head. He leans on the bar. His crooked grin scrunches his eyes.

“Jordan, I never need a reason,” he says so easily, so natural. “I always want you around.”

-11-?Schedule the Wedding-Dress Fitting

Amy is stunning.

In a silky white tulle dress with a fit-and-flare silhouette and sweetheart neckline, she looks lovely. And visibly anxious.

She chews on her lower lip. “What do you think?”

Jordan studies her from a cream-colored love seat. He taps a finger on its flared arm. They’re at a chic bridal boutique on the northeastern side of the city. The whole interior is swimming in an unreal glow. A smart décor decision.

He imagines dresses flying off their gold hangers just from the way the lighting makes them look in the mirrors alone.

Technically, Jordan doesn’thaveto be here for this. He’s seen enough photos of the dress to design around it. But Amy requested his appearance. Her bridal party is spread out across the country, old friends from Brighton and Emory who’ve since moved away. While she trusts Jamie, Amy wanted a second opinion.

Today, Jordan’s beingprofessionallysupportive.

And Jamie’s here too, so…

He’s next to Jordan on the love seat.

They haven’t discussed what happened last Friday night. Which is good. Jordan doesn’t know how to approach a conversation about Jamie giving him his first-ever blow job. Or how Jordan got losttwicedriving home after, thinking about Jamie’s head between his legs. His blissed-out smile so close to Jordan’s dick.

It’s just like that kiss when they were teens. It happened, and now they’re pretending it didn’t.

Very mature of them.