Every Mafia's Favorite Girl novel Chapter 171

Chapter 171: "Just For The Two Of Us"

Their lips met with far less shyness than they had the day before, though neither had lost the careful tenderness with which they treated the moment.

Soft lips met warm tongues, brushing and parting as the kiss gradually deepened, until both of them were breathing a little harder.

Jordan’s hand, which had been cupping Aren’s cheek, slid down the back of her neck. He held her there for a moment, before letting his palm caress slowly along the line of her back.

He tried to draw her closer, as though even the smallest distance between them had suddenly become intolerable.

Yet beneath the sweetness of the moment, a thread of anxiety remained coiled inside Jordan’s chest.

He knew this couldn’t last forever.

Soon, she would have to leave, and the quiet intimacy of having her here beside him would disappear with her.

"You’ll have to go back to the workshop soon, won’t you?" he asked when they briefly parted, regret coloring his voice.

"Maybe I could stay five minutes longer," Aren replied before she met his lips again, letting the kiss linger softly against his mouth.

"Mm..." Jordan answered with a quiet hum, catching her lower lip lightly between his teeth in a playful tease. "Can we make it ten?"

Aren chuckled softly.

"Ricci would go insane, and I might have to go get him another box of cookies."

"I’ll send him a text and make it twenty," Jordan proposed. "I’ll tell him you have to help me with more physical therapy. Surely my recovery has to be more important than some ancient relic prototypes, doesn’t it?"

Aren’s laughter grew warmer, and the sound made something inside Jordan ache pleasantly.

"Should I remind you that physical therapy one day after surgery for a wound like yours shouldn’t last that long?" she asked, punctuating the question with another soft kiss. "Ricci might ask me for two boxes of cookies in exchange for keeping that lie a secret."

"I’d happily sponsor them," he murmured at once. "You just have to choose what’s inside."

"Fair enough," she laughed again. "I like that idea."

The kiss deepened from there, slow and unhurried, neither of them quite willing to be the first to pull away.

Aren’s hands remained cradled tenderly against Jordan’s face before sliding upward, her fingers threading through his hair and lingering there as she savored its softness.

The simple touch seemed to affect him more than she realized.

His breathing grew heavier, and for several long moments, neither of them seemed to care about anything beyond the warmth between them.

Eventually, however, Jordan drew back just enough to breathe.

Something important had occurred to him, and his expression shifted from hazy affection to sudden thoughtfulness.

"There’s something I need to ask you." He traced his thumb gently over her lower lip, still catching his breath. "Which day are you free this week?"

"Hmm... I don’t know yet," Aren replied, equally breathless. "Why do you ask?"

"I want to take you out on our first date."

The words brought Aren abruptly back to reality.

She pulled back far enough to look at him properly, seriousness slowly replacing the lingering haze in her eyes.

"A date? How could you possibly go on a date with me this week? You need months to recover fully."

"Not necessarily," Jordan protested. "If you’re free on the weekend, I’ll have had five full days of bed rest by then. That’s more than enough for me to move around normally again. I just won’t be able to drive, but I can arrange a chauffeur."

His reasoning was perfectly sound, yet Aren still looked worried.

"But you’ve lost a lot of blood. You’ll still be tired if you have to move around too much."

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