But then, just like that, her worries were vanquished as Jordan appeared. A vision in black, her cheeks flushed, her hair not quite as styled as usual. Artfully messed up? Jordan’s hair looked like Abby imagined it might do right after sex. Tussled. Hot. Ravishing.

“Hey!” Jordan put her bag on the sofa, her sparkle filling the room. “Ready for this?”

Lisa took Jordan’s coffee order and disappeared.

Abby gulped. Then opened her mouth to speak. When no words came out, she closed it again. Okay, she hadn’t been expecting this. She blew out a small breath, her heart still kicking in her chest. She took another deep breath. Calm.

In front of her, Jordan was scouring the room, an odd look on her face. “What’s that smell?” she whispered. “It’s like some flowers farted.”

That broke the tension. Abby’s heart burst. “I think it’s that candle.” She pointed.

Jordan eyed it. “Is it okay to blow it out?” Jordan didn’t wait for permission. She blew the candle out.

What had Abby done in her life before Jordan?

“No Delta yet?”

Abby shook her head. “She’s bailed, so it’s just me, you, and Lisa.”

Jordan gave her a concerned look. “That’s a shame, but we’ll cope. I’m looking forward to it already.” She eyed Abby. “You look gorgeous today, by the way. Excited. Ready.”

Abby blushed, casting her gaze to the floor. Her excitement had nothing to do with the dress. “You look more excited than me.”

“I’m just happy today. Spotify played one of my very favourite tracks, and it’s made me feel energised.” She jigged from foot to foot. “Do you remember the song, Drops of Jupiter?”

Abby nodded. “I love that song.”

Jordan grinned wider. “Me, too. Whenever I hear it, it takes me back, you know? To when I had my first girlfriend and I was in love for the first time.” A look crossed her face as she regarded Abby. “You of all people must know that feeling. You’re just about to get married. That feeling of love when it gets so caught in your chest that you can hardly breathe. When you just want to bottle it up and save it, because you know that first flush doesn’t last forever. But it’s so precious while it does. That song sums it up for me.”

When Jordan’s gaze settled back on her, Abby had to grind her teeth together to stop herself fidgeting too much.

Jordan was gay. Or at least bisexual. Queer. Whatever label she wanted to use. She was also blushing furiously all of a sudden. Which only made Abby’s mind jump to what Jordan might look like after she’d orgasmed.

She had to get a grip.

Jordan cleared her throat, rubbing her hands together.

“Are you ready to say yes to the dress?”

Abby nodded. “I’m ready.”