~• Wills POV •~
"Jordan wait...are you sure you want to do this?"
He waited a minute before he answered.
"Will, I'm sure"
He kissed passionately on my lips, his lips against mine were like silk. I loved every second of it. His tongue gained entrance into my mouth. Ours tongues fought for dominance.
"Jordan!" I heard Ryan yell from downstairs.
"Uggghhh, what now?" Jordan whispered to me.
"I'll be there in a minute!" he yelled back. I sat there awkwardly on his bed waiting for him to return.
*vmm vmm*
My phone lit up. It was a text from Maclean. How did he get my number?
"Hey Will, meet me in the kitchen once Ryan and Jordan leave"
It seemed very weird that he waited till they left to do who knows what. I heard Jordan yell to me that he was leaving. Great, I came here to spend time with him and he leaves.
I walked downstairs to the kitchen, I saw Maclean sitting on the counter.
"Alright, listen. Jordan hasn't been very "well" lately. He's been drinking a lot more lately. I just want you to be safe and not get hurt with him."
I had no clue what to say to him.
"Uh, thanks? I appreciate you looking out for me." I tried sounding like I wasn't weirded out.
He left the kitchen and went to his room. I walked back to Jordans room and say on his bed.
"I guess Macleans right, I should be careful. I mean for all I know Jordan could be wasted by now. But I hope not. I can't deal with a drunk Jordan all night."
