❝𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮?❞
❝𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭.❞
. . • ☆ . ° .• -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-°:. *₊ ° .
She never wanted to associate further with the family business than she had in the past but the deathly threats in Beacon Hills asked for an ally. One that knew t...
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𝐗𝐈. 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 — no episodes included.
The short ride to the apartment which Jordan owned in the downtown area was filled with silence and deep breaths. After she invited him with a teasing smile to accompany her in the shower, the pounding of his heart hasn't stopped for ten minutes straight. Long fingers wrapped tightly around the steering wheel, the Deputy pushed his palms against the cold, black leather.
Even with the strongest touch, the hot and feverish feeling didn't disappear. While Amber was too occupied to type a message away on her phone, Jordan's mind was blank except for a million fantasies exploding inside of his head; the shower invitation becoming a burden for him. Hands started to ache with the urge to explore the hourglass figure of the female in the passenger seat; an unbearable attraction made it harder to concentrate on the traffic in front of them.
At least, he was slightly relieved that Amber didn't catch a glimpse of the miserable state he was in, the thoughts that wanted to be turned into realistic scenarios, the limbs of his body wanted to feel the tension leave and had a hard time to keep it together. But the first sign of relief escaped in a deep exhale of warm breath when the unfocused gaze of his eyes found the apartment complex, and he could stop the car without an accident from being too occupied with the question of how she would feel.
Twenty-four years old, he felt like he was about to lose his virginity to a beautiful sorority female; but that wasn't the case. Since the successful path of his career was the most important choice of his life and stole much more time than he expected, Jordan didn't have many chances to have a steady relationship with a female; nor enjoy the seductive figure of one. The last time must have been months ago when the Sheriff decided to give him a long vacation for working after hours more than usual. Since then, the head was drowned too deep in unsolved cases.
"Are you alright?" The gentleness in her voice was infiltrated by the sweet concern of her words, a single eyebrows raised with her head tilted in his direction. Tiredness spread through her almond-shaped, the lids slightly hooded from the exhausting events of the past days. Two days back in Beacon Hills and the experience of being close to death was made. The side of her throat, just underneath her jaw was covered with a large, white sticking plaster to hide the four long lines of ripped skin. Created by a werewolf who saved her before.
"Why shouldn't I?" A nervous chuckle escaped his mouth before he continued. "My shift is over, you're actually doing well after being attacked in the middle of the night and I'm taking you home with me. " Clearing his throat from the sudden warm pressure he felt, the tightening of his chest as his own last words encouraged his thoughts to manipulate the straight-thinking mind once again; and even worse.
"You're not taking me home, Jordan." Amber pulled her eyebrows together in amusement, not believing that he spoke the sentence as if he picked her up at any bar in Beacon Hills, and not the Beacon Memorial after being badly injured.
