12/26/2023 0 Comments Letters from nowhere 2 to be continued![]() It occurred to me, right then, that maybe he was concerned about me getting him in trouble. Jordan gave me a lopsided grin that was too genuine to be fake. "It won't happen again," I promised, crossing my fingers that he wouldn't find something to complain about to Coach Bentley and have me shipped off to the Grandma's or Blair's house. He shrugged and tossed several items from the fridge onto the counter. "I should have knocked or rang the doorbell or something." "Um, sorry," I said, standing quickly and turning to lean my back against the counter. ![]() Why else would Jordan lock the front door while he was inside? Obviously he had wanted to prevent situations like these. ![]() The key was probably for emergencies, like when nobody was home. I mean, this was his house and I'd just walked right in. My face was hotter than hell and I must have looked like one big mess of chalk dust and sweat, but I wasn't too chicken to at least apologize. A few seconds later, Jordan was in the kitchen, flinging open the fridge as if nothing had happened. I could hear voices talking softly, then the girl's laughter, followed by the front door closing. ![]() Instead, I knelt down on the floor and stuck my head in a cabinet full of pots and pans, pretending to look for something really important. I dove into the safety of the kitchen, wanting nothing but to crawl under the table and never come out. "Oh God!" slipped out of my mouth as my eyes unwillingly traveled up to the brunette's hair, which was covering Jordan's face and keeping me from seeing their mouths locked together. ![]()
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