it.”
“I’ll show you exactly what’s growing if you keep up with that smart mouth,” he growls, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter and my eyes can’t avoid glancing down at his crotch. “That’s what I thought.” The corners of his mouth slightly turn up and he readjusts himself in the seat as we pull off the highway and begin weaving the maze that is downtown until I can see the venue just ahead.
Avoiding the tension radiating around the car, it takes less time than anticipated to find a decent parking spot. Linking my arm with Jordan’s extended one, we walk to the front counter where he asks for the tickets and the usher passes two under the glass. Handing both to the man at the entrance, we’re told to follow the signs for the lower level and the usher on the floor level will escort us to our seats.
Holy shit, floor seats at an Ed Sheeran concert? I’ve died and gone to music girl heaven.
Standing in front of our exceptional seats, I glance around in amazement. I’ve done a lot of awesome things in my life, sitting four rows from the stage hasn’t been one of them. And for one of my favorite artists. Yeah, it’s pretty fucking amazing.
Dancing in place, singing every lyric word for word, I’m lost in the joy of this incredible experience, taking in everything, cementing every minute detail to memory. A few times during the show, Jordan takes my hand, softly squeezing and pulling me into his side while Ed’s soulful voice powers his way through a beautiful ballad.
Every feeling I’d been trying to avoid since Jordan came back in my life has resurfaced with a vengeance. I want to ignore them. I want to pretend they don’t exist. But the simple fact is I can’t and they do. Jordan was the first man I ever loved and I made a promise when we married in that cheap ass little chapel that he’d be the last. If nothing else, regardless of what he’s done, I at least owe him the opportunity to explain why for the last year I was the last thought in his mind.
The show closes with Thinking Out Loud and as we walk out of the venue and the few blocks to the parking lot, I’m riding a high like none other. My hand reaches to open the passenger side door and is swiftly moved out of the way, replaced by Jordan’s. Closing the door behind me, I click my seatbelt into place and prepare to tell him my decision.
“That was amazing. Thank you so much,” I say, placing my hand over his while he shifts the car into drive and pulls out of the lot.
“I’m happy you had a good time. There’s no one else I’d want to experience that with.” His fingers grip mine, softly squeezing and running his thumb over my knuckles.
“I’d like to hear why you’ve been gone so long,” I blurt out, hoping he’s still willing to give me his side of the story. I’m not sure my heart can take it, but not knowing will only lead to regrets.
“I didn’t leave because I didn’t love you. I just want you to know that going into this.” Blowing out a deep breath, he gets onto the highway. Turning in my seat, I tuck one leg under the other and patiently wait for him to continue. I’ve waited a year, a few more moments won’t kill me.
“I’ll keep an open mind, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“A few years before I met you I had a problem with prescription painkillers. It got pretty bad for a while, but Patrick got me into a good program and I was clean for a long time.”
“I’m glad you had someone so wonderful in your life. Someone that would take care of you,” I honestly say. I know the dynamic between Patrick and Jordan is sometimes stressed, but deep down Patrick thinks of Jordan as his own son and only wants the best for him, unlike his pathetic excuse for a mother.
“Well, after our wedding, the week we got back, do you remember when I had to have that tooth pulled?”
“Yeah, your wisdom tooth was abscessed or something, I
“I’ll show you exactly what’s growing if you keep up with that smart mouth,” he growls, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter and my eyes can’t avoid glancing down at his crotch. “That’s what I thought.” The corners of his mouth slightly turn up and he readjusts himself in the seat as we pull off the highway and begin weaving the maze that is downtown until I can see the venue just ahead.
Avoiding the tension radiating around the car, it takes less time than anticipated to find a decent parking spot. Linking my arm with Jordan’s extended one, we walk to the front counter where he asks for the tickets and the usher passes two under the glass. Handing both to the man at the entrance, we’re told to follow the signs for the lower level and the usher on the floor level will escort us to our seats.
Holy shit, floor seats at an Ed Sheeran concert? I’ve died and gone to music girl heaven.
Standing in front of our exceptional seats, I glance around in amazement. I’ve done a lot of awesome things in my life, sitting four rows from the stage hasn’t been one of them. And for one of my favorite artists. Yeah, it’s pretty fucking amazing.
Dancing in place, singing every lyric word for word, I’m lost in the joy of this incredible experience, taking in everything, cementing every minute detail to memory. A few times during the show, Jordan takes my hand, softly squeezing and pulling me into his side while Ed’s soulful voice powers his way through a beautiful ballad.
Every feeling I’d been trying to avoid since Jordan came back in my life has resurfaced with a vengeance. I want to ignore them. I want to pretend they don’t exist. But the simple fact is I can’t and they do. Jordan was the first man I ever loved and I made a promise when we married in that cheap ass little chapel that he’d be the last. If nothing else, regardless of what he’s done, I at least owe him the opportunity to explain why for the last year I was the last thought in his mind.
The show closes with Thinking Out Loud and as we walk out of the venue and the few blocks to the parking lot, I’m riding a high like none other. My hand reaches to open the passenger side door and is swiftly moved out of the way, replaced by Jordan’s. Closing the door behind me, I click my seatbelt into place and prepare to tell him my decision.
“That was amazing. Thank you so much,” I say, placing my hand over his while he shifts the car into drive and pulls out of the lot.
“I’m happy you had a good time. There’s no one else I’d want to experience that with.” His fingers grip mine, softly squeezing and running his thumb over my knuckles.
“I’d like to hear why you’ve been gone so long,” I blurt out, hoping he’s still willing to give me his side of the story. I’m not sure my heart can take it, but not knowing will only lead to regrets.
“I didn’t leave because I didn’t love you. I just want you to know that going into this.” Blowing out a deep breath, he gets onto the highway. Turning in my seat, I tuck one leg under the other and patiently wait for him to continue. I’ve waited a year, a few more moments won’t kill me.
“I’ll keep an open mind, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“A few years before I met you I had a problem with prescription painkillers. It got pretty bad for a while, but Patrick got me into a good program and I was clean for a long time.”
“I’m glad you had someone so wonderful in your life. Someone that would take care of you,” I honestly say. I know the dynamic between Patrick and Jordan is sometimes stressed, but deep down Patrick thinks of Jordan as his own son and only wants the best for him, unlike his pathetic excuse for a mother.
“Well, after our wedding, the week we got back, do you remember when I had to have that tooth pulled?”
“Yeah, your wisdom tooth was abscessed or something, I
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