"GOSH DARN IT! ANOTHER STUPID BLUE!" I heard Jordan yell from his office. Of course he was recording his December Daily Double Dozen.
I got up from my spot in my office and went over to his. I tapped softly on the door before entering it. I stood over him from behind, watching him.
"Will you be my good luck charm?" Jordan asked, not once taking his gorgeous blue-green eyes off of the computer screen.
"Sure." I shrugged. I watched him open up three more cases, all of them holding blue guns. At least one of them was a stattrak, right?
"This is so stupid! Come on, Gaben! I really don't want your face tattooed on my body somewhere and nor does (Y/N)!" Jordan groaned in frustration. He was starting to run his hands through his sandy hair and make it all disheveled.
I laughed at him, kissing his cheek. I fixed his hat for him. "I'm sure you'll-"
"OHHO! I GOT A KNIFE! BABY, LOOK, I GOT A KNIFE!" Jordan screamed in excitement. He pulled me down onto his lap and kissed me passionately. I was taken by surprise for a moment. He pulled back just to freak out more about his knife.
"Congratulations. That's one down, two to go." I pecked his lips and got up, ready to get ready to go home.
"You really are my good luck charm." Jordan grinned.
I simply rolled my eyes playfully and left to my own office. I could still hear Jordan excitedly discuss his knife to his viewers. What a dork. At least he was my dork.
