To Natalie’s satisfa, by the time she was doh Jordan, she really was walking around their room wobbly-legged. Seeing how she had a delver’s enhanced stitution, that wasn’t an easy feat.

  After getting ed up, they settled down for the night. Jordan snuggled into her arms so naturally, and without question, that it made Natalie’s heart ache.

  And so, with no further distra in the form of pounding Jordan’s brains out, Natalie was forced to front the realization from earlier.

  It was rather hard with Jordan ed in her arms. Natalie both mented her fate and wondered how she’d ever gotten so lucky. But really. Caught in a friends with bes situation with her best friend who she was actually in love with. How was that fair? Why did the world always spire against her?

  She would admit she felt pretty dumb that she’d only just now realized it. Looking back, her feelings couldn’t be more obvious. Jordan both drove her wild, and she was the woman Natalie had alo spend her life with—just in a ptonic adventuring sort of way, until her css had apparently swerved them down a different path. Or at least swerved Natalie down a different path. That was the problem. She didn’t know where Jordan stood.

  Jordan probably didn’t feel the same way. She would have told Natalie if that were the case. For her, this arra really was just to have fun. Right? Because it didn’t seem in character for Jordan to hide her feelings, if she had any toward Natalie. She would have brought it up. Though, maybe she was caught in the same situation as Natalie herself? Worried about how things might ge between them if she voiced it out loud? But if that were true, then shouldn’t Natalie have been able to tell? Jordan was her best friend. Natalie ought to be able to tell if she reciprocated her feelings.

  She didn’t know how to hahis. The sequences could be catastrophic if Natalie fessed, and Jordan didn’t feel the same way. It wouldn’t ruin anythiween them, because Natalie didn’t think anything could, but it would certainly make things horrifically awkward—and Natalie would uand why Jordan wouldn’t be fortable helping with her css anymore. More than that, Natalie wasn’t sure she could handle beied by her best friend. Natalie wasn’t scared of much, but that ran her blood cold.

  No, for on her life, Natalie couldn’t be reckless. She had to gather more information. Pay closer attention to Jordan. She couldn’t blurt out a fession. Way too risky. Plus, Natalie was still s through the mess of emotions herself.

  The exhaustion of a long day delving, and the vigorous activities just prior, somehow outweighed her rag thoughts, and before she k, she drifted off. Jordan’s warm body pressed into her own was also a devastating sleeping aid.

  She woke to a bring arm. Jordan groaned and rolled over, spping down on the glyph on the nightstand. She immediately returo Natalie, snuggling in close. The casualness of the a quickly returned her dilemmas from the night before, which sleep had dispelled. She held Jordan, w why things couldn’t ever be simple.

  A minute or two ter, Jordan groaned a sed time, then shuffled around a eyes with Natalie. Jordan had always had a stunning gaze, but this time, it literally struatalie speechless.

  Natalie grabbed her waist, tucked her in, then kissed her. Jordan seemed surprised, but melted into the embrace. The kiss started gentle and g, but a little moan escaped Jordan, and it quickly turned heated. They finally broke apart, breathing heavily.

  For a few moments, they stared at each other, panting.

  “I set our arm early,” Jordan murmured. “How did I know you wouldn’t be able to trol yourself?”

  Well, that wasn’t it. Natalie had just been uo stop herself from kissing Jordan, seeing messy bck hair ale green eyes. Jordan had actually been the oo moan, then start expl so fervently. And that was kind of the crux of the problem—Natalie couldn’t tell if she was just enjoying herself. Having fun, but not ied in more.

  Jordan’s hand snaking down Natalie’s pajama bottoms at least chased away some of her itive abilities, and thus her spinning head.

  “Was filling me up twenty times st night not enough?” Jordan asked.

  “I’ll never have enough of you,” Natalie replied. She almost wi how obvious the words were, but Jordan just smiled. She leaned forward and kissed Natalie, her hand buried in Natalie’s pants, stroking up and down.

  When she broke apart, Jordan said, “I’ll never get enough of you, either.” She squeezed firmly, and Natalie sucked in a little gasp of air at the pleasure that shot up her spine. “We’ve got fifteen mio ourselves. Any pns on how you want to use it?”

  By the husky quality in her words, Natalie could tell what she was asking. She flipped the bs off them, then shuffled down the bed and grabbed Jordan’s pajama bottoms. Tugging them off, she wasn’t surprised to see Jordan was already wet—more than ready for her. Just some kissing had dohat? To be fair, it had driven Natalie wild, too.

  Oicky load emptied into Jordan’s womb ter, they y panting on top of each other.

  Jordan patted her back. “Okay. We have css. ’t be te. Join me in the shower?”

  That time-saving idea turned out to be anything but. It ended with Natalie pinning Jordan against the tiled wall and pounding into her, any efforts of getting fotten.

  “Really,” Jordan insisted. “We’re going to be te.”

  Somehow, they kept their hands to themselves for long enough to get and leave the shower. Natalie watched her get dressed, which Jordan caught, then smirked and put on a show. That almost made them te, but Natalie mao stop herself from pinning Jordan down a third time.

  Mostly because halfway to her slow, sensual buttoning up her shirt, Jordan paused, her eyes widening.

  “What?” Natalie asked, instantly alert.

  “I leveled,” Jordan said. “Gods, I pletely fot. Did you?”

  The idea had also not broached Natalie’s thoughts. Obviously, Jordan had been at the forefront of her mind—calling her a distra would be vastly uating things. Even the high likelihood of multiple boss kills yesterday meaning a level up had gone fotten.

  “Oh, shit,” Natalie said. She checked. “Yeah. I did.”

  She sed the information associated with her skills.

  Then groaned.

  “I tell that’s means you got something good,” Jordan said, grinning. “Tell me about it at the training facility. We really will be te.”

  “I hate my css,” Natalie said simply. “I really do.”