Nothing he said could make a difference to the situation they were now in. Instead he nodded and Jordan had an idea that, come tomorrow, he would be keeping his distance from her. She would do well to keep her distance from him too.
Tiredness pervaded her soul. It had been a long, emotional day and she just wanted it to end.
“Can you take me home now?”
• • •
The red numbers glowing in the darkened room from the digital clock mocked her as they kept changing. The tiredness that had cloaked her in the restaurant car park had evaporated the moment she lay down on her bed. Restless energy had taken its place. Throwing back the covers, she thought maybe a mug of hot chocolate would relax her and she could manage some sleep before her alarm sounded.
Jordan padded to the apartment kitchen, opened the fridge and groaned. Nothing but empty shelves greeted her. She’d moved all her food to Kyle’s house when she’d moved there. After the kiss they’d shared in the car park, she’d thought it safer to retreat to dad’s apartment for the night, forgetting the apartment had been locked up for a week. Dampness pervaded the air. She’d almost gagged when she’d walked in. But she refused to give in. A few days with the windows open should make it easier to sleep—she hoped.
The entire drive home she’d battled the temptation to reach out and place her hand on Kyle’s leg. It seemed so ridiculous to feel such intense emotions with someone she’d just met. And she’d felt them all, from anger to desire.
Jordan closed the fridge and wandered over to the window overlooking Kyle’s place. Darkness shrouded the big house.
Could she dare? Should she?
She could go in the back door, grab her milk from the fridge, and he’d never know she’d been there.
Not giving herself a second to list all the reasons why that would be a bad idea, Jordan picked up her keys and headed toward the door.
It only took her a few moments before she found herself standing at the back door, the key nestled in the lock. Her fingers grasped it, ready to turn the key, but she hesitated. Pushing aside her nerves she flicked her wrist; the click of the lock releasing sounded loud to her ears in the quiet night.
She quietly closed the door behind her, making her way through the room lit only by moonlight. She yanked on the fridge handle and pulled out the carton. She turned and slammed into a hard wall.
She screamed and dropped the milk.
The light turned on and she blinked rapidly at the sudden brightness. “What the hell?”
“I could ask the same thing. Do you always sneak around in the dark?”
Jordan pulled her dripping wet tank away from her skin. “I didn’t realize you were still awake. Do
you
always sneak around in the dark?”
She walked past Kyle and picked up the roll of paper towel to start cleaning up the mess.
“It’s my house. I can do what I want.”
They either argued when they were together or they kissed. Not exactly the best way to communicate with each other. Conscious she had on short shorts and a wet tank, she quickly cleaned up the spill and put the carton back in the fridge, all thoughts of making some hot chocolate to help her sleep gone.
She really wanted to take a shower to wash the milk away but also the lingering musty smell from the damp apartment she now smelled on herself. Although this time, the risk of Kyle walking in on her would be slim.
After throwing away the sodden paper, she washed her hands. “While I’ve enjoyed this little chat, I think I’ll go back to my apartment.”
Kyle moved from where he leant against the kitchen table and strolled toward her, sniffing the air. “What is that smell?”
Mortification filled her. Could the earth open up and swallow her now?
“Ahh, that would be from the apartment.”
“And you’re sleeping there now when a few hours ago, I couldn’t pay you to go there? You should stay here in the house tonight and until the apartment is finished
Tiredness pervaded her soul. It had been a long, emotional day and she just wanted it to end.
“Can you take me home now?”
• • •
The red numbers glowing in the darkened room from the digital clock mocked her as they kept changing. The tiredness that had cloaked her in the restaurant car park had evaporated the moment she lay down on her bed. Restless energy had taken its place. Throwing back the covers, she thought maybe a mug of hot chocolate would relax her and she could manage some sleep before her alarm sounded.
Jordan padded to the apartment kitchen, opened the fridge and groaned. Nothing but empty shelves greeted her. She’d moved all her food to Kyle’s house when she’d moved there. After the kiss they’d shared in the car park, she’d thought it safer to retreat to dad’s apartment for the night, forgetting the apartment had been locked up for a week. Dampness pervaded the air. She’d almost gagged when she’d walked in. But she refused to give in. A few days with the windows open should make it easier to sleep—she hoped.
The entire drive home she’d battled the temptation to reach out and place her hand on Kyle’s leg. It seemed so ridiculous to feel such intense emotions with someone she’d just met. And she’d felt them all, from anger to desire.
Jordan closed the fridge and wandered over to the window overlooking Kyle’s place. Darkness shrouded the big house.
Could she dare? Should she?
She could go in the back door, grab her milk from the fridge, and he’d never know she’d been there.
Not giving herself a second to list all the reasons why that would be a bad idea, Jordan picked up her keys and headed toward the door.
It only took her a few moments before she found herself standing at the back door, the key nestled in the lock. Her fingers grasped it, ready to turn the key, but she hesitated. Pushing aside her nerves she flicked her wrist; the click of the lock releasing sounded loud to her ears in the quiet night.
She quietly closed the door behind her, making her way through the room lit only by moonlight. She yanked on the fridge handle and pulled out the carton. She turned and slammed into a hard wall.
She screamed and dropped the milk.
The light turned on and she blinked rapidly at the sudden brightness. “What the hell?”
“I could ask the same thing. Do you always sneak around in the dark?”
Jordan pulled her dripping wet tank away from her skin. “I didn’t realize you were still awake. Do
you
always sneak around in the dark?”
She walked past Kyle and picked up the roll of paper towel to start cleaning up the mess.
“It’s my house. I can do what I want.”
They either argued when they were together or they kissed. Not exactly the best way to communicate with each other. Conscious she had on short shorts and a wet tank, she quickly cleaned up the spill and put the carton back in the fridge, all thoughts of making some hot chocolate to help her sleep gone.
She really wanted to take a shower to wash the milk away but also the lingering musty smell from the damp apartment she now smelled on herself. Although this time, the risk of Kyle walking in on her would be slim.
After throwing away the sodden paper, she washed her hands. “While I’ve enjoyed this little chat, I think I’ll go back to my apartment.”
Kyle moved from where he leant against the kitchen table and strolled toward her, sniffing the air. “What is that smell?”
Mortification filled her. Could the earth open up and swallow her now?
“Ahh, that would be from the apartment.”
“And you’re sleeping there now when a few hours ago, I couldn’t pay you to go there? You should stay here in the house tonight and until the apartment is finished
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