I slowly made my way downstairs. Jordan walked away from Mr. Eriksson to talk to me. I could tell he was curious to know what was going on.
“Is everything okay?”
“You have one of those cigarettes for me?”
His eyes widened.
Normally, even jokingly, I wouldn’t ask for a cigarette.
“It’s that bad?”
I just took his hand and led him upstairs. We went into his and Christian’s room. Why our parents insisted on being old fashioned with sharing rooms was beyond us. I shut the door behind us.
“I don’t know if Tasha and Christian are going to make it.”
“Well, I knew she’d smarten up sooner or later,” he smiled.
“Jordan, they’re having problems because of me.”
“What?” he laughed.
“Tasha thinks Christian is still in love with me and that he’s settling for her.”
“Is he trying to ruin the rest of his life? He has to let you go.”
“I’m going to talk to him—" I spun around and headed toward the door.
“Whoa, wait…” Jordan grabbed my arm. “You’ve done nothing but try to keep the peace since we arrived.”
He was right. It’s only been an hour and I’ve tried to prevent fights between Tasha and Mrs. Eriksson, Mom and Elsa, and Christian and Tasha.
“Just relax for a few minutes.”
“I can’t relax,” I shook my head. “Tasha’s crying her eyes out. Christian is sulking somewhere. My parents are probably thinking we’re up here doing it—” I rambled on worriedly.
Then the words stopped tumbling out of my mouth. Jordan was kissing me. Not just one of his casual pecks, but the kind of kiss that always made me drunk. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
His kisses trailed down my neck and I moaned.
“You really know how to shut a girl up.”
I felt him smile against my skin.
“Next year,” he said in between kisses. “We go somewhere else,” he kissed right behind my ear. “Just you and me.”
His left hand traveled under my shirt and I kissed him again.
“What about our families?” I asked, shivering when his cold fingers traced a line along my waist and up my torso.
“Screw them,” his voice was soft, almost growling.
I closed my eyes as his fingers reached my breast.
“I only care about you, Hale.”
I love when he called me that. I don’t know why, but Jordan’s voice sounded incredible anytime he shortened my name.
I opened my eyes.
“That’s not true—and we both know it.”
He shrugged, “I mean—we don’t need to deal with all this bullshit.”
“While I’ve been preventing fights, what have you been up to?” I wondered.
“Aunt Trish was telling me how grateful she was that I turned my life around.”
I laughed, “Turned your life around?”
“Apparently, my father hinted to the family that I was on drugs.”
“What?” I asked.
“Because I was distant and in a band…I guess that means I’m on drug binges all the time, you know…”
“Don’t you laugh,” he shook his head at me as his hair fell into his eyes.
He moved his fingers down my stomach again, once more making me shiver.
“You worried I was into drugs when we first met.”
He pinched my sides.
“Ouch,” I whined. “I’m sorry—I was naïve and worried you were too good to be true.”
He smiled at that before kissing me again. His hands once again found the lace of my bra and I moved my lips down to his neck. He let out a low moan, and I caught a piece of his skin between my teeth.
“Ow,” he looked at me surprised.
“Don’t pinch me,” I said, getting him back from before. I flicked my tongue against the spot I bit before sucking on it softly. Jordan’s eyes closed, and his hands slid around my back to the clasp on my bra.
“We can’t,” I whispered.
“If they already think we are…” Jordan argued.
“They’ll call us for dinner any minute.”
I reluctantly pulled his arms from around me. He pouted. His eyes telling me how much he wanted me.
We were rarely in the same place at the same time for extended amounts of days. If I was at school in Boston, he was in New York or on the road. If he was in Boston, I had to be in Bakersfield for some important family thing. I missed having more than a few days in a row with him.
“Tonight,” I promised.
“How’s that going to work?”
Originally, the plan was that Tasha and I would switch rooms once the parents were asleep. Now, with Tasha and Christian at odds, the plan was a bust.
“We’ll figure something out,” I promised, kissing him. “Thank you for calming me down.”
“It was my pleasure,” he smirked.
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