Page 148 of The Incredible Ordinary

I played out of pure spite, and after I was done… I’ve been telling myself that revenge feels good. That the petty satisfaction I got from it is real.

I’m not so sure anymore.

He slides his palm up my arm and holds tight.

Something in the way he quietly accepts the petty, ugly side of me makes me freeze. There’s a sudden feeling of lightness. The emptiness I’ve carried inside me for so long that I’ve stopped noticing it over the years is missing. And the absence of it isloud.

“I can’t wait to see what you’re going to do next,” he says.

No pressure. Just acceptance.

I kiss the side of his neck, and he laughs.

“Right.” He pushes himself up.

My eyes widen and my cock thickens immediately as I watch him, naked and wet, water cascading down his body.

“Milán?”

I snap my head up.

He grins. “Did you hear what I said?”

“Not a single word.”

He leans down and kisses me. “The water’s getting cold, I’m hungry, and we probably need to sleep for a few hours if we want to function at all in the morning.”

“But, hear me out, sleeping is overrated.”

He presses another kiss to my lips and smiles against my mouth.

“Counteroffer,” he murmurs. “We sleep for a bit, and whoever wakes up first gets to wake up the other person. Any way they want.”

“Look at that. You’ve convinced me.”

We dry off, grab a quick snack, and crawl into bed. He throws his arm over my chest and his thigh over mine and presses his body against me until we’re plastered together with not an inch of space anywhere between us.

My heart beats against his heart.

His breathing softens and evens out.

I listen to it in the dark. Feel the warmth of his body against mine.

And feel stupidly happy.

JORDAN

I kisshim against the front door of my house. We put off leaving the beach house for as long as humanly possible, so it’s well past midnight now.

“Stay the night,” I say. Being alone in my bed after this weekend doesn’t feel like an option anymore. I hate the idea.

He groans and leans his forehead against mine. “Don’t tempt me. I have to be home to make sure Rory gets to school. Plus, it’ll be difficult to explain why I’m here to the others.”

I press my lips together and close my eyes.

“How much do you hate this? The secrecy?” I ask.

I brace myself. He has to hate it.Ihate it, and I’m the one who’s not a hundred percent ready to be open about these new sides of me to the rest of the world. I’m not even sure what’s holding me back. It’s not coming out—it’s Milán. Because coming out would mean explaining what we’re doing, and I’m not a hundred percent sure. We haven’t talked about it, we haven’t defined anything, and there’s this idiotic part of my brain that says everything is going well, so why would I jinx it?