TWENTY SIX

The sun's warmth bears down on my face, slowly waking me up from my deep slumber.

I stretch my arms up over my head, my eyes still closed. Sex is, without a doubt, the ultimate form of exercise. Who knew something so blissful could cause such severe pain throughout your entire body? I reach for Jordan, but all I feel is the opulent linen beneath my fingertips. My eyes open slightly to ensure that I am indeed alone. I turn to look in the bathroom, but it's dark and deserted. What happened to him?

My stomach rumbles, and my thoughts turn to food. Right now, an open-faced egg sandwich with feta cheese and green onions would be ideal. Based on what I know about Jordan and his lack of culinary knowledge, I'm confident that none of the ingredients I require are in his home.

Perhaps he'll be up for a quick store run, or we can persuade Ed to pick up a few items for us. A glass of freshly squeezed orange juice would be ideal.

I kick my feet around like a big kid, enjoyin