Page 107 of Last First Kiss

The high is clearly fucking with Jordan’s brain.

“Besides…” Jamie’s foot nudges Jordan’s ankle again. “Perfection is overrated anyway.”

Jordan’s mouth twitches into a smile. Jamie’s does too.

They drift back into their staring contest, unblinking. Lulled by the weed. From a distance, Lach says, “Love that on you!”

“The silhouette is todiefor,” Esteban confirms.

Jamie’s head tips back on the love seat. His eyes zone in on the twinkling chandelier suspended from the ceiling. He smirks.

“What’re you thinking about?” Jordan says.

A dreamy exhale passes through Jamie’s lips. “Strawberry lemonade popsicles.”

Heat rises like a tide in Jordan’s face. “Seriously?” He swallows a laugh. “Is that the weed talking?”

“Nope. I told you. The weed’s harmless.”

Is it?Because Jordan’s skin is tingling. From his ankles, all the way up to his hairline.

Jamie lowers his gaze back to Jordan.

Jordan gets lost in how vibrant every color in his irises is. He barely notices the hand inching along the love seat. Not until it stops just short of Jordan’s thigh.

Jamie pinches his lower lip between his teeth like he’s worried he shouldn’t touch Jordan. “I’ve thought about it,” he confesses.

“It?”

“That night. The parking lot.” Jamie’s voice lowers. Rich and velvety. “Kissing you.”

Jordan watches every word form on his pink mouth.

“Lying you on my back seat,” Jamie continues. “Pulling your clothes off.”

With great effort, Jordan breathes in.

“The way you sounded,” Jamie whispers.

Unthinkingly, Jordan shifts. That last inch of space between them evaporates. Jamie’s knuckles skim the outside of his thigh.

“The way you looked. Like you—” Jamie exhales with Jordan. “Like you wanted it as bad as me.”

Jordan did. Hedoes.

His mind swims. Caught in a current of wanting Jamie’s mouth on his again and remembering,Maybe we shouldn’t. I don’t want to ruin our friendship. You’re still figuring yourself out.…

Does Jamie still feel that way?

He couldn’t.Hehad kissedJordan.

His fingers tiptoe up Jordan’s leg, ghosting over the inside of his thigh, up toward—

“I think this is the one!”

Amy’s voice comes around the corner before she does. With just enough time for Jordan to leap from the love seat and almost trip over the small riser as he puts as much distance between Jamie’s hand and whatever is happening in Jordan’s slacks.

He wills himself into a mostly composed state as Amy waddles excitedly into view.