Stolen From Superman-The Sequel To Waiting for Superman

Chapter 29- Perfect

A/N: WARNING DISCLAIMER: Another one of those more intimate chapters. Doesn't go that far, but much deeper implications. Just about the whole thing, so...sorry?

As the sun sets, Jordan makes me go into the bathroom for a minute. I'm not really sure why. I didn't think I smelled that bad. I grin at the thought and take the time to freshen up a bit anyways. Tonight feels special. I've decided what I want now. And it seems like Jordan has too. I can't keep it from lingering in the back of my mind. Something I have to do before I die, which has become a lot more likely. I love him. And I have to do this. Before it's too late.

When I walk back into the bedroom, Jordan has somehow managed to light candles without setting the house on fire. They light the room up in a soft glow, matching the mood of my heart. I'm glad it's somewhat dark. That way he can't see me blush. I press my lips together in an expression of anxiousness, but also overwhelming love. He just stands there, watching me, and looking a little more nervous than I would expect from him. I bite my lip awkwardly, but at the same time, everything just feels right. My emotions rise in my throat, and I fight to keep them back. He looks down, smiling slightly. I blink. He's perfect. Shy and awkward and beautiful all at the same time. And seemingly without even trying. I gather my composure. "This is beautiful Jordan." I say softly, almost tearing up a bit. He smiles slightly, walking up to me slowly. He takes my hands carefully, blinking a few times "This doesn't mean we have to-" he starts quietly. But I shake my head, cutting him off gently. "I just don't want to pressure you-" he tries to continue. But I shake my head again, smiling and chuckling a bit. "Just listen to me for a second." I say, leaning a little closer to him. He nods, seeming to accept that I'm not going to let him give some heroic speech. I blink a few times, smiling shyly. "I know what I want, Jordan." I say, sounding a lot more confident than I feel. His eyes sparkle "You're sure?" I nod slightly, biting my lip again. It's a nervous habit. "I love you. And I might not have long left with you." I say, my sadness appearing again. It always does, no matter how long it goes away for. He just stares at me for a moment, a mystic sort of sadness and love behind his eyes. "That is why you did all of this, isn't it?" I say, and he nods, jaw tightening slightly. I take a deep breath, squeezing his hand "I know what I want Jordan." I repeat softly, stomach fluttering. I could never be this forward to anyone but him. "And what would that be?" he whispers, brushing a piece of my hair behind my ear gently. "You." I whisper, and the center of my universe seems to shift. In that instant, everything revolves around him. And all of a sudden, we're together, not seeming to be able to wait any longer. My breath catches in my lungs as he kisses me, with more fire and passion than I've ever felt before. The lights flicker softly in the background, accompanying the flashes in my mind. My arms twine around his neck and he pulls back for a moment, both of our eyes twinkling with love. My heart pounds in a type of exhilaration that I've never really felt before. He guides me over to the bed gently, and I see no problem with sitting for a moment. A strange mixture of nerves and anticipation rise in my throat, and I find it difficult to keep myself calm. He stares at me for a second, and then pulls off his shirt, never really meeting my eyes. But I can't take my gaze off of him. He eventually meets my stare, looking insecure and maybe as nervous as I am. Long scars stretch across his chest, which seem to be the source of his anxiety. I just look at him for a moment, and then reach up. I brush my fingertips across his scars gently, unable to breathe. "Perfect." I whisper, letting my hand fall to his, wrapping our fingers together. I can see his gaze grow warmer; more confident. He doesn't even have to say a word.

In that moment, I let go. I let myself do what I want, and what I know I should. It's really out of my hands now. Like someone else is controlling me. In that moment, I faced my worst fear. In that moment, I am freer than I've ever felt before. I submit myself to whatever may happen next, and don't give it a second thought. I am in love with Jordan Maron. And he is in love with me. And in that moment, I am finally free.

A/N:

A quote from my friend that has already read this scene-

"SWEET BABY JESUS ITS BEAUTIFUL"-Jayla

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