she got the kinda strength that every man wishes he had.
Jordan Staal parked his car and looked at the girl in the passenger seat. He looked at her cloudy green eyes, long auburn hair, and pale yellow scarf. He looked at the base of her neck and the creamy complexion of her skin. He also looked at the way her fingers picked apart the scarf and the way her bottom lip quivered. He opened the car door and quickly made his way around to the passenger side door. He pulled the door and let her out.
Mason O’Rear looked up at him, holding his gaze. He gently cupped her face in his hands and leaned down. Their lips met and it was like fireworks. Their previous, and first, kiss did no justice to the chemistry between them, and that was evident when their lips moved in sync. Mason saw colors dance behind her eyelids, while Jordan felt a heat in his face, despite the snowy wind bustling around them.
When Jordan Staal pulled away a little while later there was color in her cheeks and before either of them could say something and ruin the moment, Jordan grabbed her hand and led her to the glass doors of the hospital.
They sat and waited for a good fifteen minutes, just talking, before she realized Jordan had been holding her hand during their entire conversation. She casually avoided looking at their hands and averted her eyes to the nurse that had just called her name.
Mason walked into the long brown room that she’d grown so accustomed to and sat in her usual seat. The chair seemed to mold around her body and she laid her head on the back. Jordan sat next to her, and stared at her face. She seemed at peace in the moment.
A nurse came in and put out a tray of multiple syringes, tape, gauze, and small clear tubing. He watched as the woman took Mason’s arm and injected her with one of the needles. Mason’s face contorted into one of pain and he felt a strong urge to hold her, but he held back. The nurse put a large needle into her arm and forced the small tube through the needle. It only stung for a second, but to Mason, and Jordan, the second seemed to last forever. After the port was taped off and secured, the nurse connected the tube to her medicine and walked away, leaving an already-exhausted Mason O’Rear and a concerned Jordan Staal.
The two sat in a silence that seemed to suffocate them. And the Jordan couldn’t stand it. He had to say something, but he couldn’t, because when he looked over, he saw Mason O’Rear disconnecting her IV.
“What the hell are you doing?” He asked, raising his voice. Mason jumped and looked at him with narrowed eyes.
“I’m done with this medicine. All it does is make me queasy. It’s not like it’s helping anyways.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because I can’t be cured! So what try?” He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers to keep her from yelling again. And as he was kissing her, he put his arm around her waist, but the other one was reconnecting the IV. He didn’t want her to give up just yet.
“I know what you’re doing.” She whispered when her lips weren’t connected to his.
“I don’t hear you complaining.”
So this story has been finished for over a year. And I didn't realize I didn't finish posting. So Im going to post one new chapter every day until this story is done. I would love to hear y'all's thoughts!