Jordan and Dahlia have been best friends since they met on the playground at age 3. Follow their journey over the next two decades as life, love, opportunities, and sacrifice all play major roles in where their lives go.
🥇-#1- #younglove 9/2/21
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It was the final stretch before the end of the semester, and with everyone finishing up their GE courses, they all had to make sure to buckle down for finals.
Jordan and Dahlia were studying together on their couch, both going over notes from a class they shared. As Jordan tossed his textbook on the cushion next to him, he groaned, raking his fingers through his hair before covering his face, slumping into the couch.
"I don't think I can re-read the same paragraph again-- ughhh, I hate Political Science!!!"
Dahlia looked up from her notes and smiled at Jordan.
"How about I make it interesting for you?"
Jordan had a widely curious smile plastered on his face as he turned, giving Dahlia his full attention as he turned his body towards hers.
"What did you have in mind?"
Dahlia set her books on the coffee table, knowing Jordan's eyes were on her as she stood up and stretched, allowing her lower back to be exposed.
As she reached up, Jordan smirked, admiring her newest tattoo, the one she'd gotten a few weeks ago-- a tiny #8 on the small of her back.
"Well, how about... for every question you get right-- I'll take something off."
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Forty minutes and a pair of sneakers, two socks, a sweatshirt, and a tank top later, all Jordan needed to get Dahlia in her underwear was one more correct answer.
As she narrowed her eyes at him sarcastically, he grinned wildly, confident he knew the answer to her question.
"The correct answer is b: abdication."
Dahlia eyed Jordan for a moment, rolling her eyes a moment later as she stood up to take off her leggings. Jordan laid back on the couch with a cocky smirk on his face as he watched her step out of her bottoms, revealing a black pair of lacy boyshorts that matched her bra.
"I think I might be starting to like PolySci."
"You're the worst."
Dahlia rolled her eyes as she straddled Jordan, and let out a small moan, biting her lip when she felt the sting of Jordan's hand when he slapped her ass. He gripped the back of her head and pulled her in, pressing his forehead against hers before Dahlia leaned in for a kiss.
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