Page 129 of Last First Kiss

For a long moment, Jamie’s motionless. Breathing in the steam. Mere inches from being pressed right up against Jordan.

Naked.

Jordan allows his gaze to lower just enough to see Jamie’s face. “Okay?”

“Not… really.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know how long I can stand in there.”

He motions toward the shower.

Well, fuck. Maybe Jordan should’ve suggested a bath instead? The problem is, it’s a walk-in shower. With a waterfall showerhead. Gorgeously tiled in a polished smoky ceramic.

His attention bounces from Jamie to the shower, back again. “Should I, um, help?”

“Help?”

“Yeah. Like.” Jordan lets out a shaky breath. “I can get in with you.”

“With me?”

Jordan’s brow furrows. “If you spend all day just repeating what I say, the water’s gonna get cold.”

“It won’t. This whole building is—”

“Jamie,” Jordan cuts in. “Do you want me to get in with you or not?”

Jamie’s throat works overtime as he tries to swallow. “In with me? Please?”

“Okay.”

Jordan’s not sure who he says it to. Jamie? Himself? Whatever divine being that’s watching over them, having the best laugh of their existence?

“I need to get undressed,” Jordan barely gets out.

Jamie nods once. “Do you want help?”

Jordan squints at him. “You want to help take off my clothes?”

“As, like, a friend,” Jamie stammers. “Since you helped me.”

The tops of his ears are a violent shade of red. Obviously from all the steam and heat pouring from the shower.

“Okay,” Jordan says again.

They don’t discuss who does what. It just happens.

Jamie undoes the buttons of Jordan’s shirt. The nice fabric falls off his shoulders as Jamie frees his wrists from the cuffs. Jordan steps out of his shoes, unzips his own slacks. Before he can overanalyze anything, he yanks off his socks and boxers too. They join the pile on the floor.

So. He’s naked. In Jamie’s bathroom.

It’s okay.

Jamie’s seen him without clothes before. For the most part. Fine, Jamie’s seen Jordan inswimming trunksbefore.

Never like this.