Songs For Women (BWWM)

You Shouldn't Have (17)

Song: You shouldn't have by Kira Hayze.. S/o to black&sexytv for putting me on. 

Jorden's POV

A few hours after meeting Julie, I returned home. She decided we would be better off just taking a break all together. I also thought about what she said. I can't imagine kissing Laila again. I was terrified that it would feel different than the last time we kissed. Even more than that, I was terrified that it would feel the same. I head into my room and trip over a pile of blankets that had fallen off of my dresser. I forgot about those, maybe I should take them down to Laila. I pondered this thought in my mind for a while before finally deciding that I would have to face her sooner or later.

I knocked on the door softly.

A faint "come in" was muttered from the other side of the door. I open it slowly.
"Laila?" I ask creeping in with the blankets from earlier still in hand. A cold chill hit me upon entering. Laila was balled up on the floor with Rocky, the bear I had gotten her for our first date. She actually looked terrible. The apartment was empty with the exception of some suitcases and all of the kitchen appliances.

"What happened to you?" I ask looking around for a hint to some potential answer.

"The delivery guys brought the wrong stuff. They said they couldn't come back until morning" her voice sounds weak and shaky.

"Are you okay?" I ask dropping the blankets and taking a seat next to her. She nods her head and snuggles in closer to Rocky.

"It's freezing in here." I say getting a sudden chill up my back. I wonder if the air conditioning is actually to blame here. She nods again.

"C'mon." I say getting up.

"No." she protested with a pout. "I knew you would do this, and I am rejecting the offer. I can tough it out."
"So, I'm going to have to carry you out?" I ask getting up, preparing for the fight she was about to put up. "It's the easy way or the hard way" I warn.

"Jorden, I haven't spoken to you in 4 months. We have practically reset to strangers. I'm not sleeping in your house. Especially knowing that you have a girlfriend. It just would feel wrong." She says between the chattering of her teeth.

"Hard way it is." I pick her up bridal style and she throws a fit. I laugh at her squirming around. I plant her firmly on her feet. "And for the record, I'm single. So, are you now a willing victim to this kidnapping?" I ask.

She adjusts her hair and clothes. "Fine." she declares, finally giving in. I grab the blankets again and follow her up to my house.

I make the bed for her, as well as the couch, for myself. Naturally, she fought me on it, but ultimately, I won. Just an hour into warmth and she was already sounding better, less shaky. I ran her a hot bath just to help fight any traces of potential sickness.

"Thank you," I said as she handed me the cup of hot chocolate that she insisted on making me. She always felt like she had to overcompensate when someone was nice to her. She tucked her feet under herself and sat next to me on the couch. "Any requests?" I ask, flipping through channels. On the outside, I was firm and calm. On the inside, I was flipping out. I was anxious to tell her everything I wanted to say, scared to kiss her, happy to see her, and pissed that she completely cut me off for an entire summer. All of the emotions were circling around at once, making concentrating very difficult.

"You pick." She said looking into the puddles of whipped cream in her mug. I shuffle through my online movie collection, mindlessly skimming over titles.

"I like this place, it suits you." She says looking around like she always does when she is avoiding something.

"What do you really want to talk about, Laila?" I ask putting my tablet down on the table and turning to face her.