Letters to Nowhere #1 (Completed!)

Letters to Nowhere: Part 61

"Karen—" he started.            

            "Come on." I turned my back to him, heading out the door. "Let's go watch the light show science experiment thing."

            He dropped the subject of Stevie and followed behind me. I felt Jordan's arm brush against mine as we walked down the steps to the basement where Tony had the alpha and omega of home theaters. The room was crowded with students and cups and booming voices, but Jordan managed to capture my attention. Standing close behind me, he whispered, "Are you worried about me and Stevie?"

            I shrugged and kept my eyes on my two teammates standing across the room, talking to a few of the girls I'd met at the last party. Blair was chugging Kool-Aid mix like someone dying of thirst. "Why would I would be worried? I like Stevie. She's my teammate."

            Suddenly all the lights went out, leaving the room pitch-black. A few screams erupted, followed by laughter and someone shouting that it was supposed to get dark. The laser designs appeared on the ceiling, causing everyone to look up. Pink, blue, and green neon shapes streaked across the ceiling. I could see them clearly, but it was still so dark in the room that I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face. Which is why I jumped and let out a yelp when someone's arm snaked around my waist from behind.

            "Shh," Jordan said, speaking right into my ear. "It's just me."

            I sucked in a breath, feeling my heart fly, goose bumps popping up on my neck where his breath had hit my skin. The first thought in my head was please don't walk across the room and do this to Stevie.

            He gently tugged me closer until my back pressed against his chest. One of his hands rested on my stomach, and the other fumbled around in the dark for a minute before drifting down my arm. He laced his fingers through mine and slowly lifted our hands until I felt my knuckles touch his lips.

            If my heart was racing before, it was sprinting now. This totally broke our friend code and I didn't feel an ounce of desire to point that out. I just wanted to sink further into him and for the lights to never come back on.

            The light show blurred above me, electronic classical music filled the dark as I leaned against Jordan, my head falling back onto his shoulder. His nose grazed my neck and I suddenly felt hot all over—in a good way. Like heat enveloped me from all sides.

            "Jordan...?" I whispered into the dark.

            "Shh," he said again. "I know the rules. No kissing."

            I wasn't going to say that. Not even close. We needed to abolish that rule this very moment. I turned my head slightly toward him and ran into his mouth before I even had a chance to decide to kiss him. I lifted my hand and gripped the back of his neck, drawing him even closer. Our mouths almost couldn't match up, the way we were angled, but I felt his fingers brush my cheek and eventually hold me in place. His lips were as soft as I remembered from the first time, and when they parted a little, I almost debated trying the whole tongue thing, but then he closed them again and pulled away.

            I turned my head forward again, and both his arms went around my waist while he planted little kisses up and down the side of my neck.

            "Karen," he breathed.

            "Yeah."

            "In case you're wondering...I'm not into Stevie."

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