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          AFTER COMING HOME from dinner with Jack, I resumed my studying since my chemistry test was the next day

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          AFTER COMING HOME from dinner with Jack, I resumed my studying since my chemistry test was the next day.

I'd traded sleeping arrangements with Dakota for that night since I decided on staying up late to study downstairs at the kitchen table.

Jordan was still a no show until 2 am when he came downstairs from his room.

When I heard his footsteps over the ambience music I was listening to, I glanced back in the direction of the foyer entrance and saw him creeping in with a beanie over his head and a jacket on like he was prepared to head out.

Pretending not to notice him, I returned my focus back to my cracked open chemistry textbook and resumed taking notes.

"How long are you gonna stay up for?" His deep voice called over to me after I scribbled down a few more equations.

"Oh, hey," I whipped my head around and properly gave him my attention. "Um, I don't know, probably about another hour?" I shrugged with one shoulder. "Why, do you need the table or something?"

"At 2am? Nah."

"Then?"

"You hungry?"

"Why're you asking?"

"I was gonna make a run to In-N-Out or something."

"At 2am?"

"Yeah." He shrugged. "I do this once a week, but no one's ever up to go with me, so I usually go alone."

"You want me to come with you?" I raised my eyebrows.

"If you want to."

"Um," I glanced back at my textbook.

"It's chill if you can't." He scratched at his temple and his hand immediately caught my attention.

The same hand that had done sinful things me last night.

"I can bring back something for you if you want."

"I'll come with." I finally decided on a whim.

"Yeah?" Jordan's hand dropped and my eyes briefly followed it back to his side.

"Yeah." I nodded, biting my lip before I voiced my second-thoughts.

Five minutes later, I was ducking my head and climbing into Jordan's car. He still drove the shitty Honda Accord that he'd had in high school, but it was evident that he'd switched out his cologne since then because the car now reeked of expensive sex.

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