Chapter 3

Sleep never came.

I lay on my side of the bed and stared at the thin strip of city light leaking between the curtains. The mattress was large enough that we weren’t touching, but it wasn’t large enough to erase the awareness of Jordan three feet away the sound of his breathing, the occasional shift of fabric, the heat that seemed to radiate across the middle of the bed like a live wire. Every time I closed my eyes I felt the wall against my back again, his forearm across my chest, the aggressive press of his mouth. My body hadn’t forgotten a single second of it. Neither,...