end up freaking the living crap out of me. But for now, I'm content to sit here in the damp coldness with her huddled up against me. I think I could sit here forever with her in my arms.
"Yep," I finally mutter, " best friends . We can braid each other's hair and have pillow fights and eat big bowls of chocolate Haagen Dazs as we bitch and moan about our boyfriends. And I'll ask you questions like- 'do these jeans make my ass look big?'. Yep, friends. Besties . Sounds super-duper-fantastic. Can't wait."
She chuckles. It's low and gravelly and plucks at some chord buried deep inside me. I squeeze her to me even as I realize that at some point, I'm going to have to let her go. Because the truth of the matter is that she doesn't really belong to me. She's with some other dude. And normally, I'd be just fine with that. Hell, I've never wanted a permanent situation before. Not even a semi-permanent one. But she makes me feel things I've never felt before. Honestly, I’m not quite sure what to think about that.
All I know is that she feels amazing all pressed up against me like she is. Damn but she's tiny. I just want to swing her up into my arms and cuddle her close to my incredibly manly chest. Well... I actually want to do a whole lot more than that.
And, yes, I have an incredibly manly chest.... And huge bulging pipes as well.
"Well, now that you've mentioned it, there is something I've been meaning to tell you- don't take this the wrong way but... your ass looks totally huge in those jeans. And you really need to stop stuffing you're face with all that chocolate ice cream. Just dump your jerk of a boyfriend. He never really deserved you anyway."
I snort, because one - my ass is not huge. It's totally freaking amazing. And two ... my ass is not huge! I can't help but pipe up, "My ass is not huge! You've obviously never taken a really good look at it before. Should I stand up and you can check it out?" I make like I'm going to get up.
She tugs on my arm as she giggles. Just a bit. Just a tiny bit. I've never actually heard Jordan giggle before. It makes her sound young and carefree. Not exactly the persona she usually portrays. It makes me wonder why she doesn't sound like that more often. There's something about this girl that just gets to me. I don't know what it is but the more I'm around her, the more I want to be around her. And I want to make her laugh again. I think I really am in deep shit with this chick. It's totally unchartered territory for me. What I should be doing is planning my escape strategy... but I'm not. Escaping is the last thing on my mind.
"No, please, I really don't want to look your ass."
"Are you sure- because it's the most amazing ass you'll ever see. Trust me on this."
A small smile lights up her face. "Oh, I do. Hands down, you've got the best ass ever."
I can't help but mutter, "My ass is so not huge."
This only makes her laugh harder. "Can we please stop talking about your ass?"
I arch a brow. "Well, you're the one who brought it up."
Closing her eyes, she shakes her head. "Yes, and clearly I'm sorry that I did."
Speaking of asses... "So, what does Hartley think about all this?"
She stills in my arms. All the laughter from moments ago drying up. Instantly I regret mentioning the guy. "He has no idea."
Well alright then. That actually makes me feel a little bit better about this whole situation. Honestly I've never given a crap about Chris Hartley before. Now he feels like stiff competition. But don't worry, I'm stiffer (see, I snuck a boner joke in there anyway). And I've never considered anyone competition before. I'm not trying to be a conceited jerk, I'm just saying...
I can't help but wonder how serious things can be between them if she hasn't shared this part of her life with him. "So what's up with you two?" Because, I'll be honest, it bothers me that they're even together. She really needs to cut that guy loose.
Jordan
"Yep," I finally mutter, " best friends . We can braid each other's hair and have pillow fights and eat big bowls of chocolate Haagen Dazs as we bitch and moan about our boyfriends. And I'll ask you questions like- 'do these jeans make my ass look big?'. Yep, friends. Besties . Sounds super-duper-fantastic. Can't wait."
She chuckles. It's low and gravelly and plucks at some chord buried deep inside me. I squeeze her to me even as I realize that at some point, I'm going to have to let her go. Because the truth of the matter is that she doesn't really belong to me. She's with some other dude. And normally, I'd be just fine with that. Hell, I've never wanted a permanent situation before. Not even a semi-permanent one. But she makes me feel things I've never felt before. Honestly, I’m not quite sure what to think about that.
All I know is that she feels amazing all pressed up against me like she is. Damn but she's tiny. I just want to swing her up into my arms and cuddle her close to my incredibly manly chest. Well... I actually want to do a whole lot more than that.
And, yes, I have an incredibly manly chest.... And huge bulging pipes as well.
"Well, now that you've mentioned it, there is something I've been meaning to tell you- don't take this the wrong way but... your ass looks totally huge in those jeans. And you really need to stop stuffing you're face with all that chocolate ice cream. Just dump your jerk of a boyfriend. He never really deserved you anyway."
I snort, because one - my ass is not huge. It's totally freaking amazing. And two ... my ass is not huge! I can't help but pipe up, "My ass is not huge! You've obviously never taken a really good look at it before. Should I stand up and you can check it out?" I make like I'm going to get up.
She tugs on my arm as she giggles. Just a bit. Just a tiny bit. I've never actually heard Jordan giggle before. It makes her sound young and carefree. Not exactly the persona she usually portrays. It makes me wonder why she doesn't sound like that more often. There's something about this girl that just gets to me. I don't know what it is but the more I'm around her, the more I want to be around her. And I want to make her laugh again. I think I really am in deep shit with this chick. It's totally unchartered territory for me. What I should be doing is planning my escape strategy... but I'm not. Escaping is the last thing on my mind.
"No, please, I really don't want to look your ass."
"Are you sure- because it's the most amazing ass you'll ever see. Trust me on this."
A small smile lights up her face. "Oh, I do. Hands down, you've got the best ass ever."
I can't help but mutter, "My ass is so not huge."
This only makes her laugh harder. "Can we please stop talking about your ass?"
I arch a brow. "Well, you're the one who brought it up."
Closing her eyes, she shakes her head. "Yes, and clearly I'm sorry that I did."
Speaking of asses... "So, what does Hartley think about all this?"
She stills in my arms. All the laughter from moments ago drying up. Instantly I regret mentioning the guy. "He has no idea."
Well alright then. That actually makes me feel a little bit better about this whole situation. Honestly I've never given a crap about Chris Hartley before. Now he feels like stiff competition. But don't worry, I'm stiffer (see, I snuck a boner joke in there anyway). And I've never considered anyone competition before. I'm not trying to be a conceited jerk, I'm just saying...
I can't help but wonder how serious things can be between them if she hasn't shared this part of her life with him. "So what's up with you two?" Because, I'll be honest, it bothers me that they're even together. She really needs to cut that guy loose.
Jordan
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