Mya

I woke up slowly, the soft rays of the morning sun filtering through the curtains, kissing my skin with their warmth. I stretched, feeling the sheets slip away from my body as I yawned, only to find the space beside me empty. The bed, once shared with Jordan, felt too big now, and I couldn’t help but frown slightly.

Before I could sit up, the sound of running water caught my attention. My eyes darted toward the bathroom, where the steam curled around the doorframe. Jordan had woken up early, it seemed. I smiled to myself, feeling a sudden pull to him, as if I couldn’t be far from him for too long.

I slipped out of bed, pulling the soft robe from the back of the door, and padded quietly across the floor toward the bathroom. As I entered, the sight of Jordan standing beneath the rainfall shower stopped me in my tracks. His silhouette, sculpted and strong, glistened under the water. His back was to me, muscles rippling as the water cascaded down his body.

It wasn’t the first time I’d seen him like this, but every time was like the first raw, intoxicating, breathtaking. My heart raced as I watched him for a moment, my thoughts racing, my breath catching in my throat. The heat between us was undeniable, always there, simmering just below the surface.

Without a word, I stepped forward, reaching out to join him in the shower. Jordan turned, his eyes meeting mine with a look that made me feel like the only person in the world. His lips curved into a lazy smile as he reached out, pulling me gently toward him.

"Good morning, beautiful," he whispered, his voice rough with sleep. His hands found my waist, pulling me close, his body warm against mine.

I tilted my head back, feeling the hot water soothe my skin as his fingers traced the edge of my jaw, down the curve of my neck. A shiver ran through me, not from the water, but from the way he made me feel wanted, cherished, and loved.

He kissed me then, slow and deep, a kiss that left me breathless. When we finally pulled away, I could barely form words, my head still spinning from the intimacy we shared.

"What do you want to do today?" Jordan asked, his voice low as he kissed my forehead.

"Anything with you," I murmured, still caught in the magic of his touch.

He smiled, a wicked glint in his eye. "Let’s go to the beach."

I couldn’t help but laugh, the idea of a spontaneous trip to the beach lighting a fire in me. It was perfect. Just the two of us, the sand, the ocean, and the sun.

Jordan led the way as we stepped out of the shower, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him, admiring the way his body moved with such fluidity, like a man who was comfortable in his own skin confident, strong, but gentle when he needed to be.

We dressed quickly, Jordan opting for a simple black tee and a pair of dark jeans, the fabric stretching to fit his sculpted frame. I chose a loose sundress, the soft cotton swaying around my legs as I slipped into a pair of sandals. The ocean breeze would be enough to keep me cool.

As I finished getting ready, Jordan moved around the room, packing a bag with towels, sunscreen, and a few other essentials. He was already thinking ahead, anticipating everything we might need.

When we finally left the apartment, Jordan grabbed my hand, his fingers interlaced with mine in that familiar, secure way. The drive was filled with comfortable silence, just the sound of the road beneath us and the occasional hum of the music Jordan had put on. It was one of those moments where nothing needed to be said, where everything felt just right.

The beach came into view, the waves crashing rhythmically against the shore, the sky a brilliant shade of blue. I couldn’t help but smile, the sight of it filling me with peace. The world felt so far away in these moments, and all that mattered was the man beside me and the joy of being with him.

Jordan parked the car near the edge of the beach, and we stepped out, greeted by the salty air that tingled on my skin. He took my hand, leading me down to the water’s edge, where the sand was warm beneath our feet. The sound of the waves crashing in the distance was calming, the gentle rhythm soothing my mind.

Jordan pulled me toward him again, this time wrapping me in his arms as we stood there, letting the sea breeze rush over us. I leaned my head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear. Everything felt perfect in his arms. Safe. Loved.

We walked along the shore, the sand cool beneath our feet as we moved further from the crowd. The soft waves lapped at our ankles, and Jordan laughed as I shrieked, trying to avoid getting my feet wet. But it was useless Jordan was determined to drag me into the ocean, and before I knew it, I was laughing, drenched from head to toe, my dress clinging to me in the most delicious way.

He didn’t seem to mind, pulling me close once more as we stood in the surf, the water swirling around our legs. My heart was full in these moments full of joy, love, and a sense of belonging that I had never felt before.

Jordan looked down at me, his expression softening. “You’re everything to me, Mya.”

I smiled, feeling the same surge of emotion course through me. “And you’re everything to me, Jordan.”

We kissed again, the salty air mixing with the sweetness of our connection. It wasn’t just the beach or the water; it was the way he made me feel like the world was at our feet.

As we spent the day together, laughing, talking, and just being in each other’s company, I knew this was where I was meant to be. With him. Forever.

The beach was perfect, but the real beauty was in the moments we shared, with nothing and no one else to worry about but each other. And as the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the horizon, I knew this was just the beginning of our love story.

As we stepped into the apartment, the warmth of our love still lingered between us. I retreated to the bedroom, seeking a refreshing shower to rejuvenate my senses. The sound of the water cascading down my skin was soothing, and I felt my muscles relax. Suddenly, the glass door slid open, and Jordan stepped in, a sly smile spreading across his face.

We bathed each other, our hands exploring every curve and contour of our bodies. Our lips met, and we kissed, the water swirling around us like a gentle caress. We played, our laughter echoing off the tiles, and for a moment, the world outside receded, leaving only the two of us, lost in our own little bubble of love.

After our shower, I slipped into my black underwear and Jordan's oversized white Nike t-shirt. He whistled, his eyes roving over me, and I felt a flush rise to my cheeks. "You look stunning, Mya," he said, his voice low and husky. "My t-shirt has never looked so sexy."

Jordan dressed in his white short-sleeved vest and grey Nike pants, and we headed to the kitchen, our hands entwined. I started cooking spaghetti and mincemeat, the aroma wafting through the air, making our stomachs growl in anticipation. Jordan stood behind me, his hands on my waist, his chest pressed against my back. I felt safe, protected, and loved.

As we sat down to eat, the tension between us was palpable. We savored each bite, our eyes locked on each other, the air thick with unspoken emotions. After dinner, I washed the dishes, the warm water soothing my skin. Jordan stood behind me, his hands on my waist, his lips nuzzling my neck.

Suddenly, his phone rang, shrill in the silence. He hesitated, then answered, his voice curt. "Emily, what's wrong?" A pause, and his expression darkened. "Okay, Emily, I'm on my way." He hung up, his eyes meeting mine, filled with regret and apology.

"Mya, I have to leave," he said, his voice soft, but laced with frustration. "You know how your cousin is...but I promise I'll be back, and I'll text you or call you." He looked at me, his eyes searching for understanding.

I nodded, trying to keep my emotions in check. "Okay, promise me you'll be careful," I said, my voice cracking.

Jordan's face softened, and he pulled me into a tight hug. "Mya, I love you, okay?" He kissed me on the forehead, then on the lips, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

As he turned to leave, I felt a pang of sadness, but I knew he had to go. I watched him walk out the door, feeling a sense of emptiness, but also a deep connection to the man who had just left my side.

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