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Chapter Six.

Chapter Six.

Again, Jordan wasn’t talking to me. I still went out and shopped for him, though. Will brought over beer one day, which Jordan gladly took all of and proceeded into his room once again.

It’s been two days. Jordan’s ignoring me, and is only coming out of his room to use the bathroom or eat.

And it’s aggravating me.

I knew I liked him. It was quite obvious to me because my breathing stopped for a split second whenever I saw him.

But why him?

After watching the twelve PM news (I was bored, so don’t judge me), I sighed and leaned back on the couch.

I heard the door open to the guest room after.

Probably Jordan going to the bathroom…

I immediately got up and went to the kitchen, not wanting to deal with the awkwardness of making eye contact with Jordan.

I decided to make an ice cream sundae for Jordan and I. We would use two spoons, of course. We needed to talk eventually, anyways.

“What are you making?” I heard a voice whisper in my ear from behind.

I jumped and turned around to find Jordan smirking at me. He wrapped his hands around my waist and laid his head on my shoulder.

His breath smelt like alcohol. He’d been drinking.

I knew it was a bad idea for Will to bring beer to my apartment. He objected and said it would make Jordan feel better. I guessed it did though, since Jordan obviously wasn’t holding a grudge against me anymore.

But he was drunk. He didn’t know what he was doing.

I sighed and said, “You’re drunk.”

“So?” He started kissing my neck.

“Jordan…,” I moaned, biting my lip.

Then I realized what was happening, and pushed him off. As much as I liked what he was doing, he was drunk and I didn’t want him to regret what I was sure he currently wanted to do.

I noticed the stumble in his walk as he came up to me again.

“Jordan,” I put my hand up in his face to stop him, “I’m making us an ice cream sundae.”

“Just one?” He smirked again.

“Yeah. Are you satisfied?”

“Very,” he pulled my hand down and pulled me close to him once again. We were now in a hugging stance, with his breath tickling my neck.

He whispered to me sexily, “Let me show you who’s boss.”

God damn. I don’t even care that he’s drunk anymore.

Once our lips touched, I didn’t care about what was happening around us. Jordan was all I cared about. The movement of our lips was all that mattered.

“I really, really want you,” He breathed into my ear.

I put down the ice cream scooper and Jordan pushed me against the fridge, obviously not being careful since he was drunk.

I knew he didn’t want me, but I didn’t care. I just wanted Jordan to like me.

Even if he has to be drunk to appreciate my presence…

“Jordan,” I said between kisses, “If you weren’t drunk, would you be doing this?”

“Totally,” he answered.