Chapter 46 | Post-Sex Negotiations Involve Korean Takeout

Jordan looked down at Chloe, her hair spread across his chest like dark silk with that blue streak catching the light from the window.

"Yeah?"

Chloe nodded against him. Her stomach growled loud enough to hear.

"What do you want?"

"I don’t know..." She traced a lazy circle on his abs. "Something good."

"What about pizza?"

"Nah."

"Mexican?"

"Nah."

"Sushi?"

Chloe paused, considering. "Hmm... nah."

"BBQ?"

"Nah..."

Jordan sighed and started to sit up. "Okay, I’m looking at DoorDash. This guessing game could take all night."

He reached for his sweatpants on the floor, digging through the pocket for his phone. The screen stayed black when he pressed the power button.

"Shit. I still need to charge it."

"You have a charger?" Chloe asked.

"Yeah, but it’s in my apartment."

"I have one." She rolled off him, completely unbothered by her nakedness as she walked to her desk. Jordan watched her ass sway with each step. The view was even better without clothes in the way.

Chloe returned with a white charging cable and handed it to him. Jordan plugged his phone into the outlet by her nightstand and waited for it to boot up.

The golden System interface flickered across the screen for half a second before disappearing behind his normal lock screen. His heart skipped. Chloe was right there. If she’d seen that...

But she was already climbing back into bed, tucking herself against his side like it was the most natural thing in the world.

His phone loaded. Jordan unlocked it and opened DoorDash, grateful for something to focus on besides the warmth of her body pressed against him.

"Okay. Let’s pick something. We have options."

Chloe peered at his screen, her chin resting on his shoulder. "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah, but I already know what I want to eat."

"What?"

Jordan turned his head to look at her. Their faces were close enough that he could count the faint freckles on her nose.

"You."

Chloe’s face went bright red. She shoved his shoulder hard enough to rock him sideways.

"Pervert! That’s so corny!"

"Hey!" Jordan rubbed his shoulder with exaggerated hurt. "Weren’t you the one who took this innocent man’s virginity like an hour ago?"

"Nothing about your body is innocent." Chloe gestured at his torso. "You look like you belong in a fitness magazine. Or on someone’s OnlyFans."

"Should I start one? Think I’d make good money?"

"Absolutely not." Her tone turned possessive. Sharp. "That body’s mine now."

The declaration sent heat straight to Jordan’s cock. He shifted, trying to hide his reaction, but Chloe noticed immediately. Her eyes dropped to where the sheet tented over his lap.

"Really? Again?"

"Your fault for saying things like that."

"I literally just said you can’t show other girls your body." Chloe poked his chest. "That shouldn’t be turning you on."

"It’s the way you said it." Jordan grabbed her wrist gently, pulling her hand down to rest over his heart. "Like you actually mean it."

Chloe’s expression softened. "I do mean it." Her voice came out quieter. "Is that... weird? We barely know each other and I’m already being territorial?"

"Considering I pumped you full of cum and told you I wanted to breed you, I think we’re past worrying about being weird."

The blush returned full force. Chloe buried her face against his chest with a muffled groan.

"You can’t just say that!"

"You asked."

"I didn’t ask you to remind me that your sperm is probably still inside me right now!"

Jordan’s cock throbbed at the visual. Chloe felt it twitch against her thigh and lifted her head to glare at him.

"Stop getting hard every time I mention it!"

"Then stop mentioning it."

"You mentioned it first!"

"Because you asked!"

They stared at each other. The argument was ridiculous. Completely stupid. But something about fighting with Chloe while she was naked in his arms made Jordan want to kiss her stupid.

So he did.

Chloe made a surprised sound against his mouth before melting into it. Her hand slid up to cup his jaw as she kissed him back with lazy heat. No urgency this time. Just slow, deep kisses that tasted like contentment.

When they finally broke apart, Chloe’s eyes were dark and heavy.

"Food first," she said firmly. "Or I’m going to pass out."

"Can’t have that." Jordan picked up his phone again, scrolling through options. "What sounds good? Korean? Thai? Indian?"

"Korean." Chloe sat up straighter, interested now. "There’s this place near campus that does really good bibimbap."

"You want me to order from your phone or mine?"

"Yours. I don’t want the delivery person to have my address attached to food orders." She paused. "That sounds paranoid."

"It’s smart." Jordan pulled up Korean restaurants in the area. "Which place?"

"Seoul Kitchen. The one on Prospect Street."

Jordan found it and handed her the phone. "Pick whatever you want."

Chloe took it, scrolling through the menu with single-minded focus. She added items to the cart without hesitation. Two bibimbap bowls. Kimchi pancake. Japchae. Korean fried chicken. Pickled radish. Two bottles of some drink Jordan couldn’t pronounce.

"That’s a lot of food," he observed.

"I’m hungry." She glanced at him. "Plus you just worked out. Twice. You need protein."

"Worked out?"

"You fucked me for like forty-five minutes total." Chloe returned to the menu. "That counts."

Jordan’s brain stuttered. She said it so casually. Like discussing the weather.

"Fair point."

Chloe added rice cakes to the cart and hit checkout. The total came to seventy-eight dollars and forty-three cents.

Jordan’s phone buzzed.

A golden notification appeared at the top of his screen.

💝 TRANSACTION DETECTED 💝

Girl: Chloe Kim

Purchase: Korean takeout dinner

Amount: $78.43

Current Chemistry: 46%

Jordan’s thumb covered the notification before Chloe could see. He swiped it away and entered his card information quickly.

"Done. Says forty-five minutes."

"Perfect." Chloe handed his phone back and stretched, her breasts lifting with the movement. "That gives us time to shower."

"Together?"

"You have a better idea?" She raised an eyebrow. "Because I’m not letting you go back to your apartment until after we eat. You might not come back."

"I literally live twelve feet away."

"Exactly. Too far."

Jordan laughed. The sound surprised him. When was the last time he’d laughed like this? Not the bitter, self-deprecating noise he’d made in his apartment two days ago. But actual, genuine laughter.

Chloe smiled at him. Soft and real. No performance. No Calypso. No campus Chloe. Just her.

"Come on." She climbed off the bed and held out her hand. "Let’s get cleaned up before the food gets here."