Page 151 of The Incredible Ordinary

I should be miserable, but I’m not.

Because of him.

Because in another minute or so, I get to see him.

It’s been two days. Two long days that dragged on forever. Messages and phone calls just aren’t the same.

I turn the corner, and my heart skips a beat. He’s standing in front of the bar, casually leaning against the wall. Effortlessly sexy in his black jeans and black sweater. His eyes find me the moment I come into view. He tilts his head to the side and watches me approach. There’s hunger in his gaze as he takes me in.

“Fashionably late,” he says with a small smile. He leans closer. “What took you so long?”

“Blame the subway.”

“I’ll file so many complaints.”

I grin at him and wish it could just be the two of us.

“Where’s the man of the hour?” I ask.

Aiden is officially done with his fellowship, so we’re celebrating. There’ll be a lot of doctors here tonight, so fingers crossed I won’t say anything too stupid.

“Inside.”

“We better go, then.”

“In a second.” He looks around, takes my hand in his, and pulls me around the corner of the building.

He pushes me against the wall and steps closer until his chest is against mine. A moment later, his lips descend on mine. I respond eagerly, wrapping my arms around his neck and tugging him even closer until we’re plastered together. Kissing him back.

We only stop when we run out of air.

He leans his forehead against mine.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi.” I grin at him.

We walk to the front door of the restaurant with his hand in mine, and letting it go once we get inside feels like it’d be easier to peel off my own skin.

Inside, it’s warm and noisy. There’s a bunch of people gathered around the bar. I let my eyes move over everybody.

Aiden pushes out from the middle of the large group of people surrounding him. He stumbles over someone’s foot and almost falls, but rights himself at the last moment.

“Jordan!”

He throws his arm over my shoulders, swaying like a willow in the wind.

I look at Milán with raised brows and a barely suppressed smile.

“What’d you do to him?”

His mouth drops open. “What? What didIdo?”

“Try and tell me this has nothing to do with you.”

“I take responsibility for the first three shots, but the rest is all on him. I was outside, waiting for you. Remember that?”

“He peer prss—prass—” Aiden frowns and squints.