Toto and the Boys II: George

Chapter 19

Jordan and I waited three freaking days for something to actually happen.  

Siquijor was amazing, that was true. It truly was a magical place as what they had said. There were a lot of fireflies at night but we barely enjoyed them because of Georgie’s schedule.

Being the only Red Cross trainer, she had her hands full and Jordan helped her in any way he could.

Salagdoong resort was quite far from the pier and it was a long drive. But the place was beautiful and cheap, of course. There were cottages around the resort, just near the beach. Kayaks were everywhere as people enjoyed their time together with friends and family. But we were there for business—or Georgie was.

That very Monday, when we arrived, Georgie met with the coordinators of the training. The trainees, composed of students and barangay volunteers, had been waiting for us for quite some time and there was not more time to spare. Training started immediately.

I didn’t know how Jordan managed it without getting lost because he was not a trainer in the first place, but I figured he was wise and intuitive enough to do the right thing.

The only good news I heard that day was the fact that the coordinators were only able to reserve one cottage for Georgie. They were not expecting her to have a company.

You know I have my vote, Jordan, but don’t you dare harass Georgie. I don’t want you dead just yet.

Of course, nothing happened between them. I was sure of that. They were both tired from the travel, especially Georgie. The moment they were done with the dinner the coordinators prepared for them, they retired to their cottage without arguments of who would sleep on the floor or the couch or whatever.

Alone outside the cottage, I only had my imagination.

*****

“Why would you sleep on the floor?” George asked Jordan.

“Why? You want to sleep on the floor?”

“Don’t be absurd,” she said, lying down on the bed and pulling the blanket up to her neck. “The bed is large enough for the two of us. I’ll need your help tomorrow so you should get a decent rest.” She closed her eyes and sleep started to creep in fast. When she did not hear him move from his spot by the small bamboo couch, she sleepily said, “Sleep in the bed, Jordan. We’re both too tired to think about doing something else.”

A few moments later, she felt the bed shrink beside her and she was lost in her own sleep.

When she opened her eyes, she had a momentary panic when she could not recognize her surroundings. Then she remembered where she was and she groaned.

Two more days and she’d be home, she thought.

She looked over her shoulder and saw Jordan’s back facing her. He was still asleep.

Slowly, she climbed out the bed and went for a quick shower.

She walked out the bathroom feeling fresh.

And Jordan was staring blankly at the ceiling, his eyes still sleepy. His hands were under his head in a relaxed state.

“Do you usually spend your wake-up time like that?” she asked, combing her wet hair.

At the sound of her voice, he immediately sat up on the bed. “You’re already dressed for work,” he stated.

“And so should you.”

“I feel like I am in a vacation,” he said, dropping back on the bed. “I don’t feel like I want to get out of this room.”

George shook her head in disbelief. “I never took you for someone who would relax before. And the instant I started hanging around you, I discovered that you play a lot of games and that you do a lesser work. So it is not such a shock for me to know you’ll want to enjoy your stay here.”