Chapter Seventy Four

The remorse Jordon felt when she told him she had Covid.. my gosh. He felt so bad! It hadn’t even occurred to her at first that he could have given it to her, because Covid doesn’t present itself so soon after exposure. It was then, though, that he reminded her that he had gone to an EDM festival the day after the wedding, where they had first met a week prior. And though he had taken two Covid tests and both were negative, they’re not 100% accurate. He could have been asymptomatic. Regardless of how she got it or from whom, she didn’t blame him. Shit happens.

Six days of Covid hell, and she was back to her healthy(ish) self again. To make it up to her for getting her so sick, Jordon offered to have her over and cook her dinner. The last guy that had made her dinner was that guy Tom who she accidentally ghosted when she met Kyle a week later. (Woops!) Tom had also been a really nice guy. So nice it scared her and she ran, legs open, into Kyle’s bed. She promised herself not to repeat her mistake, and excitedly accepted Jordon’s dinner invite.

Friday night rolled around, and since she worked fairly close to Jordon’s house, she drove herself there this time. He greeted her at the door, and she barely had a chance to put her purse down before they were making out again. “Damn! He sure does like kissing!” she thought to herself as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

A few tongue filled minutes later, Jordon brought her in to the kitchen to show her what he was making. He had potatoes marinating in olive oil and Greek seasoning, asparagus and peppers ready to grill on the barbecue, along with some marinated chicken breast. And he bought her her favourite wine! AND he got them vegan nanaimo bars for dessert because he knew she was trying not to eat dairy. AND he even went and picked up some weed for them, even though he didn’t really smoke weed anymore but he knew that she did.

Who IS this guy?! And, seriously, where the fuck had he been all her life?? Geezus…

He poured them both a glass of wine. They cheersed, took a sip, and he was right back to kissing her. They put their glasses down and started making out again in the middle of his kitchen. It started heating up, and they both agreed dinner could wait. They ran upstairs and went crazy on each other.

He was eager to please her. It was all about her at the beginning. She guided him in the right direction, and while he was close, he didn’t quite hit the mark, but it did the trick. He definitely warmed her up, and the sex itself was great. Not the best she’d ever had, but he as a person made up for that. Plus it was only their second time. This was all new to both of them, and they were still discovering each others’ bodies, their likes and dislikes. He earned points, though, for his eagerness to learn.

This couldn’t be real. Did she actually meet a legitimately good guy? Someone who was kind and sweet and had his shit together, but who was also good in bed? It was always one or the other. The ass holes really seemed to know what they were doing in the bedroom. The nice guys knew how to treat women as, y’know, human beings worthy of respect, but they always seemed to lack in the sexy areas. Jordon seemed to excel in both.

Once they had eased the sexual tension, they were able to go back downstairs and carry on with their evening. Turns out asparagus and peppers directly on the grill is fucking phenomenal, who knew?? (everyone, probably). The chicken was maybe the juiciest, most flavourful chicken she had ever had, and the potatoes – chef’s kiss! Everything was delicious.

As they ate, they chatted about anything and everything, but mainly their past relationships, dating, and life in general. Jordon asked her real questions and was sincerely interested in her response. He was vulnerable with her about his past love life and what he saw for his future. They confided in each other about their health journeys, and how they each pulled themselves out of the hole they had found themselves in when their respective relationships ended. It was surreal to her to participate in a genuine, in depth conversation with a guy. Someone who actually cared about what she had to say, and who was actually interesting enough to carry the conversation forward.

Is this how like, real grown ups feel? In real relationships? Is this what the start of a legit healthy relationship felt like?? Was she ready for that? It was all so foreign to her, not being treated like shit. Or not just being used as a fuck toy. As much as she appreciated it, she couldn’t quiet the anxious voice in the back of her head telling her it was too good to be true.

After dinner, Jordon topped off both their wine glasses and the busted out his vape. He had bought it two years prior and then decided he was quitting smoking weed. It was basically brand new and she, having never really smoked a vape, discovered quickly how effective they are. They were both stoned AF as they settled in to a comfortable cuddle and put on the show, The Bear. She had already seen it, but Jordon hadn’t and she was happy to watch it again (also, if you haven’t watched it, watch it. So good.)

They watched an episode or two, and inevitably, they started making out again. This quickly seemed to become one of their favourite pass times together. Kissing inevitably turned in to more sex. They couldn’t get enough of each other. After some intense cardio, they had worked up a bit of an appetite again and were able to make room for those delicious vegan nanaimo bars as they watched one more episode.

It was pretty late by the time it finished, and they agreed it was a good time for her to head home. Another extended makeout sesh at the door, and she was on her way. She drove home thinking about how, just, incredibly nice Jordon was. Never had she ever met a guy who just wanted to make her happy. That was literally his only objective when they were together, to make sure she felt safe and cared for.  

Again, they texted non-stop throughout the next week. Chatting about everything and nothing all at the same time. The upcoming weekend was Thanksgiving. They both wanted to see each other but each had family commitments. Turns out, though, they were both free on the Thanksgiving Monday, so they made a plan to go for a hike…

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