Sweet Torment/A Jordan Knight Fanfic (18+)✔️

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Chapter Thirty-Six

A beam of sunlight fell across my eyes, and I woke with a start. I sat up and tried to figure out where the hell I was. I glanced down at the t-shirt I was wearing. It wasn't mine, and I didn't really remember putting it on.

Movement beside me in the bed caused me to gasp.

"Morning," Jordan said with a sexy, sleepy smile.

"Where the hell am I?"

"My house." His grin widened. "Construction finally wrapped a couple of weeks ago, but I haven't had time to furnish the guest room." I appreciated the explanation as to why I woke up beside Mr. Knight himself.

"Or purchase blinds, apparently," I said. My eyes adjusted to the brightness, and I couldn't help my stare as my gaze fell to the window. Water rolled tranquilly in and out of the shoreline just steps away from Jordan's bedroom window.

He chuckled. "Actually, I purchased them. I'm just waiting on delivery. But I was tired of hotel living, and frankly, window coverings don't bother me."

Anyone on the beach would be able to look in the window and see what was going on if the lighting was right. I had to wonder how many women he'd brought back to this very bed since he'd moved in. It was a bachelor pad to be sure, and he could easily score with whoever he wanted to.

Me included—but I wasn't about to admit that to the devil himself.

"Can I get you some coffee?" he asked.

I nodded. "That'd be great."

He flipped the blanket off and stood from the bed. My mouth watered as I gazed at his naked back down to his boxer-clad ass as he stretched.

My God, he was a fine specimen of a man. His shoulder blades appeared to shimmer in the morning light as I watched each beautiful and smooth muscle flex.

He turned back toward me, opening his mouth as if he was going to speak. But then he caught me totally checking him out with my mouth dropped open. I just hoped to God that I wasn't drooling. He chuckled, closed his mouth, and left the room.

I pulled the sheet up over my face in total embarrassment.

I'd get over it. The man had once screwed me in a ladies' room, for crying out loud.

But it was still embarrassing.

It was hard to believe that all of this could be mine if I would just open myself to the possibility.

I headed into his bathroom and found his toothpaste. I finger brushed my teeth, swished some mouthwash, and ran some cold water over my face. It would have to do. I peeked into Jordan's shower and saw a bottle of his shower gel. I picked it up, opened it, and inhaled deeply.

God, I'd missed him.

A flood of memories overwhelmed me. We'd had a lot of good times together. We'd built an emotional bond. We'd started to fall for each other.

Why was I fighting this?

A mental image of blonde Heidi straddling Jordan in his desk chair flashed through my mind, and I suddenly remembered why.

He hadn't cheated on me, exactly, and he'd explained himself. Was I harping on the past too much? Wasn't what I had done just as bad?

Why couldn't we just start from scratch?

We couldn't put the past totally behind us. It would always be a part of our story, but the past could remain where it belonged as we started to look toward a future together.