Chapitre 27: Chapter 27
Click click click.
I can hear heels on the tile of the bathroom floor. I stifle my sobs, causing a lump to form tightly in my throat.
"Rhea, darling are you in here?" Mrs. Mars' voice carries over the gentle music playing on the speaker, "Jordan is worried about you."
I look up to the stall door. With a deep, shuddering breath I get up and open the door. I see my face in the mirror, mascara running down in ugly streams.
Jordan's mom catches sight of me, rushing over, "Oh you poor thing," She pulls some tissues from her clutch purse, "Here, let's clean you up a bit. I am so sorry dear, believe you me, that husband of mine will certainly get an earful for this," She dabs under my eyes with the tissue, helping to remove the mascara smears, "I'm going to go give Jordan some money, why don't you two go out and do something? I'm going to take his father and have a talk."
She wraps her arm around my shoulder, uttering apologies as she guides me back out into the restaurant. Jordan is pacing outside when we come out.
"I'm so sorry about my dad," He pulls me into a hug.
"It's fine," I whisper, standing stiffly.
His mother pulls out a few bills, I can't tell what type, "Why don't you two get out of here, go do something. I'm going to take your father back to his office. It should be empty, I'll make sure he understands how out of line he was."
"I might take her to the house, if that's ok," He takes the money and smiles.
With a quick nod and a kiss from his mom, Jordan quickly pulls me from the restaurant. The valet is quick to bring his car, which offers a welcome escape. He turns on the seat warmers and radio as he starts back down the road.
"I really am sorry about tonight, I really thought things were going well so of course my dad had to do something," He sighs, reaching for my hand.
"I'm sorry to have caused such a scene, I didn't mean to cause a hassle, I panicked, I wasn't trying to make a fuss."
"You didn't, you were amazing. You were so engaged and funny, I don't know why he did that and ruined it. Would ice cream make it better?"
I sigh, tilting my head, "You don't have to Jordan, I can go home."
"I don't want you to," He admits, "Honestly, I want to enjoy the rest of the night with you. Without my parents, I won't see you tomorrow or Sunday night, I want tonight. Is that ok?"
I feel my cheeks warm up, a smile tugging at my lips, "That's perfect."
We drive back to his house, earning a surprised greeting from Rosie. She compliments my dress as Jordan pulls me up the stairs with two spoons and the tub of ice cream we got on the way.
Getting to his room, he grabs the remote as he hops onto the bed. I quickly kick off the heels and unzip my dress. I love it but it does feel weird to be in for too long.
I crawl into bed next to him, taking one of the spoons. He's starting at me.
"What?" I whine, opening the ice cream.
"Why'd you take it off? Do you want something else to wear?"
"No I'm ok, I just felt a little stuffy in the dress. Two hours in that dress was the longest I've ever spent wearing something like that," I pause, suddenly self conscious, "Do you want me to put something on?"
He shakes his head, "Definitely not. There are a lot of things I want, more clothes on you is not on that list."
I smile, feeling my body react to his implication. I set down the ice cream and pull him close.
"Is that so? Well what exactly do you want?"
He playfully traces the rim of my strapless bra, "Why don't we start with this gone. See where that takes us."
I nod, biting on my lip as I unclip the fabric, letting it fall away. I watch him start unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it aside without a second thought. His hands travel to my waist, squeezing and pulling me closer. His teeth collide with my neck, letting a moan escape me.
"You... Are so damn sexy," He growls before stripping the rest of his clothes and mine.
His hands never stay in one place for long, leaving only for a few moments as I hear the crinkling of a plastic wrapper. He quickly returns to explore every inch of me, and I can't help but beg for more. His hands aren't the only things traveling, his lips form a devious grin before making a small path down my chest and stomach, resting between my legs.
"Jordan," I moan as my hands wrap around in his hair.
He's quick to reposition himself after some enjoyed teasing. He pulls me close before rolling us both over, putting me on top.
"You look so pretty when you straddle me," He chuckles as his hands travel up to cup my breasts.
Without a second thought, I let instinct take control. Our bodies move in a beautiful synchronization as sweets moans fill the room. Sweat drips off both of us as things pick up, I feel my muscles tighten all through my body when he arches his back and let's out what almost sounds like a howl.
His entire body is tense for a moment, before completely relaxing. He takes heavy breaths as he lazily wraps his arms around and pulls me down onto his chest.
"What did I do to deserve you?" He ask, barely above a whisper.
I glance up at him, letting my finger trace his lips, "I love you."
He smiles, "I love you too."
I carefully crawl off of him. I find my various underwear and another one of his t-shirts. I slip them on while he pulls on his pajamas. We crawl back into his bed, he pulls me back to lean on his chest, his legs resting by my sides. His hands that were searching me feverishly a moment ago are now running up and down my back, applying a gentle pressure that makes me melt.
Small kisses pepper my shoulder and neck, "Let me take care of you," Jordan breaths desperately in my ear. I nod.
His arms wrap around me, giving his hands more room to travel as he rubs every muscle on my body. My hands, my arms, shoulders, and legs all feel like their floating. His soft lips are nirvana on my skin.
"I want to stay here forever," I slur, suddenly exhausted.
"I would love that," His words are soft and sincere, lulling me into a near sleep.
He stops only long enough to turn on the TV, finding a decent movie to fill the quiet room. I occasionally laugh at the jokes but I'm helpless to stop myself as I melt into him.
"Come to Winter Formal with me?" His voice is a surprise, pulling me back awake.
"What?" I groan.
"It's in a few weeks, I want you to go with me. So... Will you?"
"Why? It's a dumb school dance," At least that's what I tell myself.
"Because I want to treat you like a princess and show you off. You're so amazing, if I could I would take you to dances galore. I would buy you so many gifts and take you to do whatever you wanted, I would shower you with affection every second of the day if I could. Please go to the dance with me?"
I lean my head back to rest on his chest, I can feel the dopey grin on my face.
"Ok."
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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