Page 13 of One More Chance

“Thank you for the sandwiches,” he mumbles, still partially chewing.

“You’re welcome. I’m glad you like them.”

We sit in silence for a few minutes while he finishes eating between sips of lemonade. He stands and takes his plate to the sink, which I find low-key impressive. As if that wasn’t enough, he then rinses the plate and sets it in the drainer. Jensen turns, leaning back against the counter, and places his hands on it on each side of him. “Let’s see those guys,” he says.

“What?”

“The guys messaging you.” He laughs. “Let’s see who’s interested.”

“Oh my god, no.” I laugh.

“Come on,” he prods. “I’ll be nice.”

I roll my eyes and take out my phone.

He walks over to me as I open the app and click on the inbox. “Steve?” he asks, his nose crinkling.

“What’s wrong with Steve?”

“Nothing, just not a very cool name,” he says, shrugging his shoulders.

“Well, not everyone can be a Jensen,” I tease.

“Damn right, they can’t.” He smirks.

I open Steve’s message and Jensen leans in close to read with me. A little too close. I can smell him, and I like the way he smells. Spicy and clean. Shut up, Harper.

Steve:Hey :)