Will laughed. “Oh no, they told me all of the ways that they would torture me if I ever hurt you. Your dad’s comment was the mildest outofthem.”
I covered my eyes, shaking my head. “I knew they weren’t just telling you embarrassing stories about me. I’m sosorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for. They are your family, I expected them to give me a little shit.” He grabbed my hand and looked at me intently before backing out of the driveway. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but do you mind if I take you home instead of to myplace?”
I was taken aback by his question. I didn’t know what I was expecting him to do when I got into his car, but in that moment, I felt completely rejected. “Yeah, sure.” I fastened my seatbelt. “You know how to get there, right?” I was trying to downplay how hurtIwas.
“Jordan, here’s the thing: I really like you, really likeus, and I am so scared of ruining it. I don’t want to rush any of this. I feel like that would be incredibly easy for me to do because I have an overwhelming desire to be with you every second of every day, but I want this to work so I don’t want to push it too fartoofast.”
The sincerity in his voice and words whisked away all of my self-doubt and feelings of rejection. “I think that is the nicest thing a guy has ever said to me. Even though I want nothing more than to be in your bed again, I think you’re right. We should take this slow, or at leasttryto.”
“Fuck, I am so relieved you agree. I didn’t want you to think too much into it. I am just happy and don’t want to fuck that up for either of us. I’m in this, Jordan, and I will do my best to prove it to you every damn day that you’llletme.”
“I’m inthistoo.”
Chapter13
Jordan
The next morning,I was woken up by my doorbell ringing. I glanced at the clock on my nightstand: it was nine in the morning, but it felt like six. I grabbed my robe up off of the floor and trudged to see who the hell would be so rude as to come over at what felt like the ass crackofdawn.
Groaning, I opened the door to find no one standing there, just a bouquet of a dozen long-stemmed white roses with a handwritten notefromWill.
Good morninggorgeous.
I hope you slept well. I have a surprise for youtonight.
Meet me at the arena afterpractice.
Dress casual and bring ajacket.
I have everything already takencareof.
See youlater.
Yours,Crosby
Ithoughtit was adorable that Will had signed the card with his last name. Even though I had been calling him Will for a long while, it felt so much more natural to call him Crosby. It was most likely because all my friends did, and in conversation it was easier to call all the guys by their lastnames.
I snapped a picture of the beautiful flowers and sent it to Crosby along withatext.
Me: You’re amazing. They’rebeautiful.
Crosby: I’m glad youlikethem.
Me: I like you…the flowers are a nice touchthough.
Crosby: So, you are free tonight,right?
Me: I’m allyours,sir.
Crosby: I love the soundofthat.
Me:Metoo.
Crosby: Practice shouldn’t get out too late. Do you want me to send a carforyou?
Me: I think I canmanage.