He swung our still-joined hands and smiled. “You can stop trying now. I stopped scoring this date. It passed a solid ten at lunchtime. You’ve lapped ten several times.”

I turned to face him, leaning my back against the front door. “I’m not trying. I just want you to get home safe, that’s all.” I held my phone up. “Your driver is three minutes away.”

“Well, if you’re not opposed to it, I think I’d like to kiss you again,” he said.

“I’m not opposed to that at all.”

He leaned his front against me, pressing me against the door, and kissed me. I let him lead this time, and he was slow and languid, deep and thorough. There was the right amount of pressure, the right amount of tongue, soft lips and rough stubble, gentle hands and a gentle nudge of his nose when he pulled away.

“Damn,” he breathed. He lifted my hand to his chest this time so I could feel the thump of his heart.

“Damn,” I echoed. My entire body was buzzing and warm, alight with the memory of his kiss. We stared at each other for a long moment, our smiles growing wider. I turned the door handle and stepped in closer to Jordan so I could open it. He didn’t move, just kissed me again, chastely this time. Then he took a step to the side so I could open the door fully. “I have had the best day,” I said.

“Me too.”

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Laundry, groceries. All that super fun adulting stuff.”

I groaned. “Same.”

“You can text me though,” he said. “Or call me. I won’t mind at all.”

A car honked its horn out the front. “That’s your ride.”

He nodded and cupped my face before pressing his lips to mine once more. “‘Parting is such sweet sorrow,’” he whispered, quoting Shakespeare as he walked to the gate.

I couldn’t let him beat me. “‘The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.’”

Jordan stopped and turned, put his hand to his heart, and groaned. “And he quotes Dickens? My heart, my heart!”

I laughed and he shot me a grin before he got in the Uber. I waved goodbye and closed the door, my smile lingering. I put my fingers to my lips, still feeling the ghost of his kiss, and I laughed.

My heart, my heart, indeed.

Chapter Eleven

Jordan

“He quoted Dickens!”

Merry gasped and narrowed her eyes at me. “That motherfucker.”

“I know!” I swooned—again—pretty sure I was still grinning and damn sure my feet hadn’t touched the ground yet.