Page 3 of A Major Love

He was right about that. I’d never agree to marry a man without living with him first. Some people didn’t believe in shacking up, but I wasn’t one of those people.

“I guess you’re right. Can I have a few days to think about it?”

“Of course, baby. Also, think about whether you want to move in with me or buy something together.”

I frowned. “What about my condo?”

“Your condo isn’t big enough for both of us, so it wouldn’t make sense for me to move in with you. I’m cool with selling both our places and finding something we can agree on.”

“I see you’ve given this a lot of thought.”

“I have. I actually have a few places in mind already.”

Jordan was a real estate agent, so he spent his days looking at properties.

“Oh, umm. Okay. Let me think about it.”

For the remainder of dinner, my mind was preoccupied. I didn’t need a few days to think about moving in with Jordan, because I had no intention of doing so. My gut told me he’d take issue with that, but that wasn’t my problem.

When we left the restaurant, I was full as a tick and nodded off on the way to my place. As soon as we were inside my condo, Jordan pinned me against the wall and covered my mouth with his. His kiss was aggressive, and his erection pressed against my stomach.

Unfortunately for him, my cycle started before we left, and although I didn’t usually have cramps, my flow was on the heavier side for the first two days. I pulled my mouth away from his, and he looked at me with confusion in his eyes.

“What’s up, baby?”

“My period came today.”

He briefly closed his eyes as he exhaled. We’d been together long enough for him to know he wouldn’t get any pussy tonight.

“Damn. I’ve been dreaming about your pussy since you left.”

“Look on the bright side. At least we know I’m not pregnant.”

He chuckled. “You say that shit every month. Sometimes, I think you being pregnant wouldn’t be such a bad thing since you wouldn’t bleed for nine months.”

“It would definitely be a bad thing. I’m going to shower and get comfortable. You staying or going home?”

“Dynastie, I haven’t seen you for days. You know I’m not going anywhere.”

He kissed my forehead and stepped back to give me space to move. I headed to my bedroom, and he followed close behind me. While I prepared to shower, he sat on the bench in front of my bed and watched me.

“Why are you watching me like a hawk?” I asked.

“I can’t look at my woman?”

“Of course, you can. I hope you like what you see.”

His smile indicated that he did, indeed, like what he saw. He might have even loved what he saw, but after almost two years together, neither of us had exchanged those three words.

I was cool with that because if he said it, then I’d feel obligated to return the sentiment. I cared for Jordan deeply, meaning I didn’t want anything bad or harmful to happen to him, and I wished him all the success in the world, but did that equate to love?

Most women probably would’ve pressed him about not confessing his feelings, but it didn’t bother me in the least. He treated me well, was always respectful, and some would say his actions showed his love for me. I was cool with that.

“You know you’re my favorite thing to look at. Hurry up and shower so I can do the same. I’ll find a movie for us.”

About an hour later, we were hugged up on the sectional in my living room, watching something he’d found onTubi. I was thoroughly entertained, but the busy days that led up to thismoment caught up with me, and I dozed off before the movie ended.

The next morning, I woke up alone in bed. Jordan had spent the night but had an early meeting with a client. He didn’t have very many clothes here, so he was gone before seven because he had to go home and get dressed.