Jordan took her hand and let her pull him up. His legs felt steadier than they had any right to after what they’d just done. That Tune Up trait really was putting in work.

Chloe led him to her bathroom. The space was small but clean, with white subway tiles and a glass shower door. She turned on the water and waited for it to heat up.

"Get in," she said.

Jordan stepped into the shower. Hot water cascaded over his shoulders and down his back. The tension he’d been carrying all day melted away.

Chloe joined him a second later, closing the door behind her. The shower was definitely not built for two people. Their bodies pressed together in the small space.

"Cozy," Jordan said.

"Shut up." But Chloe was smiling. She grabbed a bottle of body wash and squeezed some into her palm. "Turn around."

Jordan obeyed. Chloe’s soapy hands spread across his back, working over his shoulders and down his spine. Her touch was gentle. Almost reverent.

"Your muscles are insane," she muttered. "Like touching marble."

"That’s the second time you’ve said that."

"Because it keeps surprising me." She dug her thumbs into a knot near his shoulder blade. "Yesterday morning you looked... different."

Jordan tensed. "Different how?"

"I don’t know. Softer? Less defined?" Chloe’s hands moved lower, washing his lower back. "Now you look like you’ve been lifting for years. It doesn’t make sense."

A cold spike of adrenaline cut through the steam. The System had warned him, but the words hitting him now, from her, made the threat real. He had to shut this down without lying.

"I’ve been working out more," he offered.

"For one day?"

"Genetics?"

"Bullshit." But Chloe didn’t push. Her hands slid around his waist to his stomach. "Whatever. I’m not complaining."

Jordan turned around to face her. Water ran between them, creating rivers down her skin. Her hair was plastered to her head, the blue streak dark and vivid against the black.

"My turn," he said.

Chloe handed him the body wash. Jordan poured some into his hands and started with her shoulders, working his way down. Her skin was soft and warm under his palms. He took his time, exploring every curve and valley.

When his hands cupped her breasts, Chloe’s breath hitched.

"Just washing," Jordan said innocently.

"Uh huh." But she arched into his touch anyway.

Jordan’s thumbs brushed over her nipples. They hardened immediately. Chloe’s hands found his chest, her nails digging in slightly.

"Food will be here soon," she reminded him.

"Plenty of time."

"Jordan..."

He dropped to his knees. Water streamed over his head as he looked up at her. Chloe’s eyes went wide.

"What are you—"

Jordan pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. Then higher. His hands gripped her hips as he leaned in.

"Fuck!" Chloe’s hand slapped against the shower wall. "We don’t have time for—ahh!"

Jordan’s tongue found her clit. She tasted like soap and something underneath that was purely her. He licked slowly, learning what made her gasp and what made her thighs tremble.

Chloe’s free hand tangled in his wet hair, pulling hard enough to sting. The pain went straight to his cock.

"Jordan... oh god... your mouth..."

He worked her methodically. Long, flat strokes with his tongue. Quick flicks over her clit. Suction that made her knees buckle. When he added two fingers inside her, she practically screamed.

"Fuck fuck fuck don’t stop don’t you dare stop—"

Her walls clenched around his fingers. Jordan doubled down, curling them to hit that spot inside while his tongue worked her clit relentlessly.

Chloe came with a sharp cry, her entire body going rigid. Her thighs clamped around his head hard enough that Jordan couldn’t hear anything except the rush of blood in his ears and water hitting tile.

When she finally released him, Jordan pulled back and wiped his mouth. Chloe stared down at him with unfocused eyes and a slack jaw.

"Holy shit."

"Good?"

"I literally can’t feel my legs." She slid down the wall until she was sitting on the shower floor, water raining down on both of them. "What the fuck. How are you so good at that?"

Jordan shrugged. "Beginner’s luck?"

"That wasn’t luck." Chloe pointed an accusing finger at him. "That was skill. Talent. Probably black magic."

"You keep mentioning black magic."

"Because nothing else explains it!" She gestured at his body. "Yesterday you were cute. Today you’re a walking sex god who apparently knows exactly how to use his tongue. It’s suspicious!"

Jordan laughed and stood, offering his hand. "Come on. Food’s probably almost here."

Chloe let him pull her up. They finished washing quickly, with Chloe stealing glances at him every few seconds like she was trying to solve a puzzle.

When they got out, she wrapped herself in a fluffy white towel and tossed him a grey one. Jordan dried off while Chloe disappeared into her closet.

She emerged wearing an oversized hoodie that fell to mid-thigh and nothing else. Her legs were bare. Her hair dripped onto the fabric.

"You can borrow something," she offered.

"Like what? One of your crop tops?"

"Ha ha." But she rummaged through her dresser anyway. "Here."

She tossed him a pair of black joggers. They were men’s joggers. Large enough to fit him.

Jordan raised an eyebrow.

"They’re my ex’s," Chloe said quickly. "I kept them because they’re comfortable. Don’t read into it."

"Wasn’t going to."

He pulled on the joggers. They fit perfectly. Jordan briefly wondered what Chloe’s ex looked like, then decided he didn’t care. The guy had fumbled her hard enough that she kept his clothes but not his contact info.

His phone buzzed.

Jordan checked it. DoorDash notification. Driver was five minutes away.

"Food’s close."

"Good." Chloe padded to her door. "I’m going to wait downstairs. Don’t want the delivery person knocking and waking up Miss Valentine."

She disappeared down the stairs before Jordan could respond.

He grabbed his phone and checked the System notification he’d dismissed earlier.

✨ TRANSACTION COMPLETE ✨ 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Purchase: Korean dinner

Amount: $78.43

Girl: Chloe Kim

Rebate: $72.16 (0.92x rate)

Net: -$6.27

The number climbed again. Three percent from buying dinner. Jordan wondered how high it would go tonight after everything they’d done.

He opened the main status screen.

💝 CASHBACK SYSTEM

ACTIVE CONNECTIONS

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Chloe Kim 📍

Chemistry: 46% ▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱

Return Rate: 0.92x

Last interaction: 3m ago

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The doorbell rang downstairs.

He locked his phone and headed down to find Chloe already at the door with multiple bags of food. The smell of Korean BBQ and spices filled the apartment.

"Help me carry this," she said.

Jordan grabbed the drinks and followed her to the coffee table. They spread out the containers like a feast. Steam rose from the bibimbap bowls. The fried chicken glistened.

Chloe sat on the floor and patted the spot next to her. Jordan joined her, their shoulders touching.

"Eat," she ordered.

They dug in. The food was incredible. Spicy and savory and exactly what Jordan’s body needed after burning through every calorie in his system.

Chloe made small happy sounds as she ate, her legs tucked under her. The blue streak in her damp hair caught the light as she leaned forward to grab more chicken.

Shit.

This was dangerous.

He was falling.

But watching Chloe steal food off his plate with a grin, her hoodie sliding off one shoulder, Jordan decided he didn’t care about the danger.

He was already in too deep to turn back now.