Letters to Nowhere #1 (Completed!)

Letters to Nowhere: Part 62

I forced down a very un-cool sigh of relief and then I slid his hand up to my heart, pressing it close over top of my shirt. "It wasn't even going this fast during bars today," I whispered, glad he couldn't see me blushing right now.

            He wrapped his arms even tighter around me so I could feel the thud, thud, of his heart against my back. "Mine's faster."  

Jordan,

You are the most perfect boy in the world, if such a thing exists. Please don't ever stand behind anyone else in the dark again. Just me.

Love,

Karen

When did this happen? When did my feelings for Jordan become so massive they allowed everything else to take a backseat?

Jordan must have sensed the show coming to a close, because he gave me one last squeeze around the middle before letting go. He didn't drop both his arms, though. He stayed close behind me, with the fingertips of one of his hands still resting just above my belly button. When the lights came on, Stevie and Blair spotted us, and I could see them taking it all in.

He wasn't kidding. He's not into Stevie...he's really not, and he wants her to know.

"Let's go outside," Jordan said to me before taking my hand and leading me upstairs. We both grabbed our jackets, and he pulled his stocking cap over my head again like the last time we were here, smiling at me while he neatly folded up the bottom.

The wind was bitter and unforgiving, but we huddled on the back patio anyway, Jordan's front brushing against my back, like we'd been in the basement only moments ago, except we weren't touching anymore. For a good sixty seconds, a horrible cloud of tension sat right between us, and I could barely breathe until Jordan turned me around again, pointing up to the sky. "Look, it's the forty-thousandth star. Make a wish."

I laughed and leaned back against him, tugging his arms around me again. "I like this a lot."

"Me, too. But I'll stop if you want me to. I'm just...I'm really happy for you. Getting your car and the bar routine, I'm kind of in awe of you, actually."

            "Like the worshipping kind of awe?" I teased. "Do I get a shrine?"

            He laughed, putting more of his breath against my neck. "How about I write a song for you. It'll be sappy and include the word 'really' at least twelve times."

            "Can you sing?"

            "A little. I play guitar better than I sing, though."

            I guess there was even more I hadn't learned about Jordan Bentley. "I think you should write a song and call it 'Don't Kiss Me,' because something about saying no kissing seems to make it so hard—"

            My words were cut off by Jordan turning my chin and crushing his mouth against mine in a way that was much less careful and hesitant than before. The desire to be even closer to him was so strong, I turned around in his arms and pressed the front of my body against his. His mouth opened a little like earlier and I felt myself stiffen, then Jordan pulled back, resting his forehead against mine.

"Too much?" he asked.          

            I touched his face with both my hands, my fingers gliding along his skin, tracing over his jaw. Had I really been on a balance beam only hours ago? Had this day really started with a morning workout and a drive to my house to get my car? It didn't seem possible to have so many big moments in such a short amount of time.

            "The whole tongue thing is a little weird to me," I admitted.

            "It is weird," he said thoughtfully, then a malicious grin spread across his face and he dove forward and licked my cheek.

            "Ew!" I wiped off my face with the back of my hand, laughing too hard to yell at him. "Nasty."

            His eyes danced with amusement. "I'm just breaking you of your germophobia." He used his coat sleeve to wipe my cheek off a second time, then leaned in and gave me another kiss on the mouth. "Seriously though, sometimes my body gets ahead of my brain and you just have to stop me, okay?"

            I felt like I was floating on a cloud of gorgeous blond boy with his super sweet perfect words.

            "Jordan? Karen?" Stevie's voice came from the back door area.

            We broke apart quickly, but Jordan held on to one of my hands.

            "I think Blair went a little crazy with the Kool-Aid mix," Stevie said.

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