Page 95 of Last First Kiss

Jordan sees the Milky fucking Way.

Bright, bursting, supernova-like stars.

His hand finds Jamie’s hair, tugging. Jamie mewls at the pressure on his scalp. He’s so into it, so lost, he nearly misses the signs.

Jordan’s breaths are too strained to gather words. But he does.

At the last second, he chokes out, “Jamie, please, I’m—”

Jamie’s mouth slips off with an “Ah!”

His hand doesn’t quit. He strokes steadily. Unravels Jordan with his fingers. All Jordan’s nerves are connected to that one extraordinary point of release. He manages to keep eye contact with Jamie through every blissful second.

After, Jordan is completely wrung out. Boneless and still suspended in reverie. Jamie kisses him long and deeply. He doesn’t mention his own still-hard cock bulging in his shorts. He doesn’t pressure Jordan to help him get off.

Instead, he grins, staring into Jordan’s eyes.

“Still okay?”

Jordan pushes Jamie’s hair back. He gets a full view of the softness around his eyes. The amusement in his mouth. Contentment etched into every corner of his face. It doesn’t confirm anything for Jordan.

He still has no idea why he feels this way with Jamie and Jamie only.

But, amazingly, Jordan’s okay.

I think you deserve more than what you’ve settled for.

—27 Dresses

Last June

“Mission: Impossible—Fallout!”

“No, you fool, it’s—”

“I’m sorry,” the ginger-haired host with sparkly cat-eye glasses says at the front of the small stage. “The correct answer is—”

“Top Gun: Maverick,” Jamie says, grinning as he pours a violently blue cocktail into a Collins glass.

“—Top Gun: Maverick,” the host echoes into her microphone.

Jordan’s mouth quirks. “How’d you know that?”

“Easy.” Jamie hands him the glass. “It’s a rom-com.”

Jordan takes a sip. The urge to gag is instant. He holds it in, his eyes wet as he says, “Top Gun: Maverickisnota rom-com.”

“Of course it is!”

Jamie spears a pineapple slice and a maraschino cherry. He dunks them in Jordan’s drink. As if that’ll help.

“Miles Teller’s and Glen Powell’s characters clearly wanted to fuck in that movie,” Jamie adds. “Their chemistry was undeniable.”

Jordan rolls his eyes, smirking. Not a mean one. More curious.Amazed.

Nothing and everything Jamie Peters says makes sense.

He leans on the bar. The stickiness doesn’t seem to bother him, Jordan’s noticed. He also may or may not be observing thewinding veins in Jamie’s flexed forearms. The wisps of dark hairs against his summer-tanned skin.