Jordan woke up to the soft rays of dawn filtering through the curtains. He found Heavenly peacefully asleep beside him, her hair tousled, her face serene. The memories of last night lingered in his mind, a mix of bliss and confusion. Quietly slipping out of bed, he tiptoed out of the room, needing some fresh air to clear his thoughts. He needed a moment alone to process the whirlwind of emotions. Jordan strolled down the hallway, fingers nervously running through his hair, the faint smile on his lips betraying the mix of confusion and elation within.Outside, the morning air was crisp. Jordan walked through the quiet streets, lost in contemplation. His feelings for Heavenly were undeniable, but uncertainty clouded his mind. Should he have stopped? He felt a mix of exhilaration and apprehension about what their night together meant for their friendship.
He found himself outside, gazing at the tranquil surroundings. His heart still raced from the night before, an adrenaline rush tangled with a maze of feelings. Deep down, he knew what he wanted, but the fear of misreading the situation loomed large.
"I need to get her something for her birthday," he murmured to himself, a sudden realization of Heavenly's birthday hitting him.
He headed to the nearest shop, picking out a lovely bouquet and a box of chocolates, hoping they'd brighten her morning. Meanwhile, Heavenly stirred awake, blinking in the morning light filtering through the window. Her cheeks flushed as memories of the previous night flooded her mind. She laid there for a moment, trying to piece together the sequence of events, her heart racing. The warmth from Jordan's presence lingered, but her realization that he was no longer there dropped her mood. Confusion and a hint of disappointment crept in. She sat up, her mind clouded with unanswered questions. Why did he leave? Did he regret it?
The absence of Jordan left an anxious ache in her chest. Just when she got so emotional that her eyes were getting teary, Jordan returned, the bouquet in hand, debating whether to knock on the door or wait. He leaned against the hallway wall, his thoughts jumbled.
"What if she's upset? What if I've made everything awkward?"He took a deep breath, resolving to face the consequences. He knocked softly, stepping back, nervously adjusting his shirt collar.
Heavenly, startled, rushed to the door. Her eyes widened at the sight of Jordan, the bouquet, and chocolates. "Jordan, hey," she greeted, a mix of emotions dancing in her eyes. She quickly swiped her hand across her eyes to pick up the moisture from overbearing emotions. He definitely shouldn't see her cry.
"I... I thought you might like these," he stuttered, offering the gifts. "Happy birthday, Heavenly."
Her heart skipped a beat. So he was buying her a present all this time she worried.
"Thank you." She accepted the bouquet, the vibrant colors adding a glow to the room. But the question lingered between them, unspoken, of why he was gone for so long.
"I, uh... I just needed some air this morning," Jordan confessed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, "Didn't want to wake you."
Heavenly nodded, the words caught in her throat. She managed a small smile, even though she felt too out of place to even speak. She and Jordan spent the night together. How crazy is that? It still didn't sink in.
"It's okay. Thanks for these," she said, clutching the bouquet. "I appreciate it."
Jordan's eyes searched hers, a silent conversation passing between them. He leaned in slightly, a mix of nervousness and hope in his voice, entering the room and closing the door behind him, "Can we talk? "
Heavenly hesitated, a million thoughts racing through her mind, "Sure."
Jordan stood awkwardly in the room, his heart heavy with uncertainty. "I just wanted to make sure... last night didn't change anything between us," he began, his voice carrying a hint of hesitancy. He knew he had to but just didn't know how to confront her about this. 'Hey, I know I fucked you but I'd like it to stay just a one-time thing even though I'm so into you that I'd jump right out of this window if you ordered me to' sounded way too much in his head.
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The Days That Count
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