☹ Six ☹

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One... Two... Three... A jump scare. I scream in horror and instantly snuggle up into Jordan's chest. I can feel his heartbeat. Slow and steady. He's not even scared. I move the rest of my body closer to him, then his heartbeat begins to race. I can feel an arm slither around my shoulders, causing me to grin. I begin to slowly drift to sleep, Jordan takes control of my hands, cupping them together and kissing each knuckle.


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I rise a bit, but still drowsy, my body shifts and Jordan carries me like a baby in his arms. I snuggle him. Under my bum, a soft, silk feeling duvet being pulled under me until it goes over my legs and rests onto my shoulders. A thicker blanket goes on top. A hand cups my head and Jordan's thumb strokes my forehead. The mattress shifts and a warm body spoons me.


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10:47 am

"Rise and shine you dumb ass" my brain tells me and there fore, I do. I turn my head and Jordan isn't there. I roll out of his bed and stumble across the bedroom floor and swing open the door. Jordan is standing in the kitchen with nothing but boxers on. "Nice bum, where ya from?" I snicker, he turns and says "Seattle, how bout yourself huh?" he twitters back. I shake my head and said "Miami, Florida" Jordan grabs two plates from the cupboard and places them onto the island were I take a seat. He stretches his arm for the pan that has the chocolate chip pancakes in and flips 2 on my plate. "Thanks but I'll have one" i take my fork, poke the cake and place it on Jordan's plate as he frowns "no, your gonna want to have more than just one when you try these" I cock up both my eyebrows and respond, "you just think you are that amazing at cooking don't you?" I emphasize the word "that". Jordan grins saying "no, I think my mother is, it's her mix" I shrug and give in, Take back the pancake and pour maple syrup, drowning the fluffy pancakes. "Whoa! How much maple syrup do you need?" I look over, "a lot" "I see that" he says with a chuckle. He moves his stool next to mine, eats with one hand and places the other on my hand that was on top of my thigh. What is it with him and my thighs? Do all guys do this? Don't get me wrong, I like it and all but... Why the thighs?


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12:02 pm

We've been chatting for a while now and my bum is starting to hurt from sitting, plus I need to take a shower. "Hey can you quickly drop me off back at my place?" I ask, "sure, why? And by the way you can stay here as long as you want" he says with a smirk. "Eva is at work, and thanks. I just need to grab clothes and take a shower" Jordan nods "okay, just bring your shampoo here, if your gonna stay a while then you better get used to showering here" again saying with a smirk planted on his face. I roll my eyes and agree.


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We reached my small home, and I said to him getting out of the car, "I'll be right back." As I open the white picket fence gate, I don't notice Eva's car in the open garage. I jiggle the keys into the lock and walk into Eva sitting on the couch watching "Family Guy" god I hate that show. "Serenity!" Eva screams and jumps on me. "Get off!" I shout at her, "are you still mad at me?" I roll my eyes "yes not get out of the way I'm trying to get my things" she moves her head back in unison and frowns not saying a word. I run up the black spiral staircase and into my decorated room. It still smells like paint in here. I pace to my closet and grab the biggest bag I own. Throwing a bunch of shirts, tanks, shorts, fish net leggings, regular leggings, jeans, flannels, shoes and honestly whatever else you can think of. Also placing my hairbrush, straightener, hair ties and make up. I don't bother with jewelry because I'm wearing most of it... I also grab my shampoo and razor and head out the door, down the spiral staircase. Eva is not in the kitchen or living room. Fuck. I peak my head out the door and she's chatting it up with Jordan. No surprise there. I walk over and push her out of the way, open the door and hop onto my seat. Placing my huge bag on the ground. "How long will you be gone with this handsome fella?" Evas asks, biting her lip. "Eva, go inside and stop flirting with Jordan. You have your own boyfriend. Jake. Remember him?" I say with sass. "Ehh, whatever, he's probably fucking another girl right now" what she doesn't know is I'm actually recording this on my phone...


- Written by stripeswaeter

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