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Jordan's POV
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December 16th
After the loud and unsolicited club extravaganza, we move on to what I feel Bryson would really enjoy. A small group of us on the water.
Although I can't really enjoy anything like this.
Every time I look her way, she looks the other direction. I don't even know if I want to say anything to her.
My patience is being tested and with every movement she makes, I jump at the thought that her breasts might fall right through the sides of her dress...or through the front.
We sing happy birthday to Bryson and he spends a decent amount of breath trying to find a way to blow out the dramatic candles Maya has on the cake.
"They go out by themselves," she says to him and he pulls back smiling. He hugs her and kisses her. Everyone around them pouts and makes obnoxious sounds.
Gabby included.
"Okay, everyone. They'll be coming around with cake but everyone enjoy themselves until then. I need everyone with a drink in their hands," Maya says.
Everyone leaves the crowd and makes their way either to dance or back to their respective seats.
Gabby is about to walk over to Maya when I take her hand, pulling her into my lap.
She looks down at me and then looks away.
"You know this isn't funny," I ask and she doesn't respond. "What's your problem?" I ask sternly.
"What's your problem?" She retorts. I chuckle at her antics. Not because I find her hilarious but it's the only way to keep my composure.
I don't like her safety being compromised but she's thinks I over react.
Her being in that crowded ass club is in no way okay.
"I thought you said this wasn't funny," she says trying to get up. I hold onto to her and she stills.
"Seriously, what's your deal?" I ask her again and she just looks at me. I can guess what she's upset about but she knows she doesn't have to worry when it comes to things like that.
She doesn't usually.
"Is this supposed to be some sort of revenge?" I say sliding my thumb and index finger along the hem of her dress. It barely passes her hips.
She pushes my hand.
"No,"
"No?"
She shakes her head.
"You said I couldn't go to the club because I'd look crazy so I wore something that didn't allow anyone to see my stomach," she mumbles.
"It doesn't even have a back, Gabby," I say moving my hand from her ass to her exposed back. The back starts where her ass does.
I won't lie...it is flattering but have mercy.
"This is the only dress I have that drapes at the front. If you're not mad about one things it's the other," she says rolling her eyes.
"I'm the one who's mad?" I ask. She shakes her head and this time she's successful in breaking free from my grasp.
She walks away and disappears inside the underside of the yacht. Maya goes to follow behind her but I stop her.
I'll go.
It's my attention that she's clearly seeking.
What she wants is what she'll get.
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Frequencies
Romans*Not edited* I snuggled into the pillow before I felt his arm wrap around me, pulling me closer. My head now in his chest as he pulled my leg over him. "I love you," he whispered with his eyes closed. "Why?" I whispered back and he opened his eyes...
