11: Reunion

My phone beeped with the message on the screen, and my eyes snapped open, pulled from the realm of blissful sleep. I reached for the nightstand and pulled the phone closer to see the screen. It was from Jordan. I smiled and tapped on it to read what he wrote.

(Good morning, Elle; I hope I didn’t wake you up.)

Received at 7:01 a.m.

He did, but I would pretend like he didn’t.

(Good morning, Jordan; no, not really.)

Sent 7:02 a.m.

My phone rang the next second, and the caller ID read Jordan. I picked it up and placed it against my ear.

He did not hesitate, blessing my ears with his deep and alluring voice.

Wait, what?!

“Hello.”

“Good morning, princess.” Jordan’s compliments had always found a way to make me tingle on the inside. I could never tell if he meant it or not, but my response didn’t care.

“Good morning, Prince Jordan.” I played along, the smile lingering.

“Prince Jordan, it has a ring to it,” he admitted after a moment of silent thought. He chuckled.

“Oh great. I’ll keep call