Jordan laughed lightly, grinning up at him. “As I recall, it was a pretty mutual thing. But she’s right. Self-control.”
Brian chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah. That’s gonna happen.” He walked off.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jordan called after him.
Brian merely continued to laugh and shake his head. A pillow hit him in back of the head. That seemed to be Jordan’s major method of communication when she was angry with him. At least it wasn’t painful, even if it was annoying. Another pillow hit him, and another.
“How many of those damn things are there?” He whirled around and the next one caught him in the face. “Jordan, dammit!”
Whap! Another pillow.
“Tell me what you meant.” Whap!
“Dammit, Jordan!” He…
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