If We've Got No Place To Go..

So maybe slipping Jordan my phone number was a good idea, even if it was in the most childish way possible. We've gotten into a habit of watching movies together at her place and eating whatever left overs she has. Tonight, it was Chinese. I pull up to her building and head inside. This blonde who always works at the reception desk eyes me in that hungry way all women seem to. All women, that is, except for Jordan. I let myself into her apartment and holler "Hey!" Her head pokes around the corner, from the kitchen. "Hi, I'm just finishing up. You can look for a movie, if you want." I pull off my shoes and head into her living room. A start flicking through Netflix. I find Youngblood. We've watched it before and we both kind of have a soft spot for it. Jordan is the first girl I've known that knows the movie as well as me and the boys. She walks into the living room and sets two plates full of Chinese food on her coffee table. She sinks on to the couch next to me and says "What are we watching?" "Youngblood?" I ask, reaching forward to grab my food. "Sure," Jordan smiles and gets her plate.

We are almost half way through, when she sighs and says "I've always related to Jessie." I smile. "Why?" "I don't know, we just both come from similar backgrounds." I pat the space on the couch next to me. Jordan scoots over and curls up on the couch with her head resting on my shoulder. Then starts the sex scene between Dean and Jessie. I try not to, but my mind helplessly wanders to me and Jordan in that bed. I shift, hoping she doesn't notice a pang of arousal that shoots through my body. Then I feel something on my left arm. I look down and Jordan is tracing my tattoos with her finger tips. It's very light and soft. "Jordan.." My voice trails off. She looks up at me, through her eyelashes. I can't help it. I twist around on the couch and place my hand on the back of her neck. I don't wait for a response and crush my lips down on hers. Her tongue comes up and challenges mine. I groan and remove my lips from her mouth and put them on her neck. "Tyler.. I can't..we can't." She breaths. "I know, I know," I murmur from her neck. "You should go." Jordan says softly. I sit up, my heart hurts so bad. "Jordan," I begin. "Please, just go." She whispers.

I become angry. Not at her, but at myself. I stalk out of her apartment, just carrying my shoes out. I shove them on in the elevator and when I get to the main floor, that receptionist is still there. "Hey, do you have a room here?" I ask. She looks shocked, then smiles in this dirty way. "Give me two seconds." She shoves a few things in her oversized, pink tote bag and steps out of the desk. She has long legs, big boobs. Doable. She grabs my hand and leads me into the elevator. Her overly lip-glossed lips smother mine. The doors slide open and she guides my down the hall. Her clothes are practically off before I can get the door closed.

Notes

Sorry it's been so long! I'm trying to evolve the characters, even if it's painful for us! Tyler will be adorable and frustrating in this story, slightly like in real life!