The story of you and I

CHAPTER 6

It was approximately 8 at night when I arrived at the building where Jordan lives, he was waiting for me downstairs as the gentleman that he is, he had just arrived from his soccer game, he was all sweaty, messy light brown hair, he looked extremely handsome with those shorts showing the legs I liked so much. I got off the Uber and ran to hug him, I needed to feel safe and normal in his muscular arms again.

"Hello baby, are you okay? You hate hugging me when I'm sweaty" he said, pulling me closer to him.

"What I hate, is when you call me baby! I think you just do it to annoy me" I said hitting him playfully on his abs before running towards the interior of the building.

"Ouchhhh! That hurt" he said as he chased me until he reached me and took me from my waist, getting me up just a little to make me scream as he took me to the elevator.

Jordan's apartment was a very well decorated and always impeccable loft, the walls were cement gray, except the main one, which was the first one you saw when you entered, that was bricked wall, the floor was of matte wood, it had gray furniture and a white leather chair, it was the perfect apartment for a single man. Many times we had talked about moving together, but it never happened, because, even if we didn't say it out loud, he couldn't live in my apartment and I couldn't live in his. Although Jordan's apartment was beautiful, it had that single-guy vibe I could never live in.

On the other hand, my apartment had all-white walls, mahogany wood floors, a large window through which sunlight always overflowed, my furniture was beige leather adorned with gray cushions, many plants, and in the center of the room was a large super shaggy white carpet. Jordan used to joke and say that he felt like sneezing just by looking at it.

We could have looked for a new apartment or maybe a house planning for the future, but it was never the right time, at least for me.

"Sweetie, wanna take a shower?" Jordan whispered into my ear as he hugged my waist.

I turned around in the middle of his arms to be in front of him and be able to look him in the eye, here he was, here I was in his arms, I really loved him, he was my best friend, everything should be easier with him next to me, I shouldn't want anything else, I shouldn't need anything else, I should feel as excited in his embrace. 

I took his face in my hands and gave him the sweetest kiss before wrapping my arms around his neck and jamming my face in his neck, feeling sad in those arms that had given me so much. "Of course" I whispered.

Jordan pulled me away from him, just a second to look into my eyes, trying to find out what my words weren't saying, I kissed him again and grabbed his hand to take him to the shower.

"Honey, do you think I should shave?" Jordan asked me while looking in the mirror, he had only a towel around his waist, some drops of water still rolled down his chest and his toned stomach, the view was fantastic.

"Mmm, if you want" I said as I picked some underwear from the drawer I had in Jordan's apartment and one of his old college shirts.

"Maybe later" he said as he ran his hand through his beard looking at himself in the mirror "Oh, I want to tell you about what Andrew wanted to tell us" he said to me like a boy who is about to tell the greatest secret in the world.

"Ok, tell me!" I said as I sat on the bed, cross-legged, and pretending interest because I already knew exactly what he was going to tell me, but I didn't want to ruin his moment.

"Andrew is going to propose to Ana" he said standing near the bathroom door, already dry and in boxers, waiting to see my reaction, I stared at him until I could not control and my laughter broke through my tight lips.