Scene of The Crime

I waited until Saturday around 9 to go to Jordan’s to get my stuff. There were two reasons I waited, I was off work for the day and Jordan should’ve been at work. I know it was very cowardly of me to plan on packing without having talked to him first but I wasn’t sure what I would say to him when I saw him, he had called my cell quite a few more times since Thursday. He showed up at work Friday night but I was so busy he stalked off mumbling something under his breath.

The plan for the morning was for me to pack up the things I’ll need right away and figure out what I wouldn’t need at all. Josh told me he would come over after Jess was up and ready to go if I wanted his help, I told him that would be great, so I was looking forward to that.

Rounding the corner, I went to pull into the driveway when I saw that Jordan’s truck was home, what? He is supposed to be working! I almost drove on but I didn’t, I guess I should get this over with right now.

There was a little moment of panic for me when I stepped up to the door and slid my key in the lock, I was half afraid that it wouldn’t open but the familiar click followed the turning of the key. Pushing open the door, I walked into the house which seemed eerily silent for some reason. And surprisingly untidy, Jordan wasn’t the neatest guy in the world but he would do the dishes and pick up after himself, two things that it seemed he decided not to do in the last couple days.

Making my way down the hall, I was a little surprised that Jordan was still asleep, normally by this time he was up watching TV on the couch. Stepping over a pile of his clothes I reached for my doorknob and went to open the door, only it didn’t turn. Why is my door locked? My door doesn’t even have a lock on it!

Looking down at the knob in my hand, I tried turning it again, realizing at the same time that it was a different doorknob all together. He locked me out of my room? Why the hell would he do that? If he didn’t want me to get in here, why didn’t he just change the front door locks? I tried everything I could to open the door but nothing worked. I had no choice; I had to go get him to open the door for me.

As I made my way to his room, I tried to remain calm I knew getting mad at him right now wouldn’t be a good idea, we still needed to talk about what happened the other day and I had to tell him that I was moving out.

“Jordan?” I called out as I softly knocked on his door. But there was no answer, no sign that he even heard me or that he was moving around inside. I knocked a few more times and called out but the response was always the same, there wasn’t one.

Gripping his doorknob, I paused for a moment before I turned it and pushed his door wide open. “Jordan?” My eyes scanned his semi darkened room, like the rest of the house it too was unusually untidy. “Jordan?” I called again, making my way over to his bed where he was sprawled out.

Leaning down, I reached out and touched his shoulder, “Jordan wake up,” I gave him a little shake and he stirred finally.

“Anna?” He groaned, rolling over onto his back as he pulled the blankets back, “You’re back.”

“Yeah,” I stood up straight again. “I need to get into my room.”

He patted the mattress next to him and when I shook my head he sighed. “I’m not going to do anything Anna. Please?”

I wasn’t sure if I should but I wanted to trust him when he said he wasn’t going to do anything, I didn’t want to have to stop being friends with him. I crawl onto his bed, got comfortable across from him on my side and waited. Jordan smiled, pushing some blankets in my direction, “I’m so glad you are here,” he told me. “I missed you a lot, I was afraid that you wouldn’t talk to me ever again.”

“When I left here Jordan, I wasn’t planning on ever speaking to you again.”

Jordan leapt up in bed, a horrified look on his face. “You are kidding, right?” I shook my head. “What made you change your mind?” He asked slowly as if he wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

“Josh,” his brows shot up, he didn’t seem to believe me.

“You didn’t tell him what happened then,” he sounded relieved.

“I did tell him Jordan, I wasn’t going to keep that from him. But he seems to think that sooner or later I’ll regret not having you around and I’ll take it out on him.” I rolled onto my back and crossed my arms over my chest. “He’s probably right too Jordan.” I looked at him, “I would probably miss you.”

Jordan stared down at me for a minute; he seemed to be thinking about what I just said. “Anna,” he sighed as he fell against the mattress, his head at my shoulder. “I’m so sorry I did what I did. I knew that you wouldn’t like it but I couldn’t seem to stop myself.”

“I wish I could say that I won’t ever do anything like that again,” he continued. “But I can’t promise.”

I felt so disappointed with him when he said that, I wanted him to tell me that he never would do that again. “Not even if it means that you’ll probably lose me as a friend if you keep trying to come between Josh and me?”

Jordan turned his face up to me as he moved closer, “I wish I could tell you want you wanted to hear Anna. But,” he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close, his breath on my ear as he spoke. “I can’t help the way I feel about you just like I can’t help feeling hurt that you won’t even take a moment to seriously consider my feelings and explore the chemistry between us. I believe we could be amazing together because we already are amazing together.” Jordan kissed my cheek and then lifted himself up on one elbow to gaze down at me. “Babe, I just want one chance to show you how much you mean to me.”

I should’ve seen it coming, I should’ve moved away but I didn’t. I was sort of frozen in place watching in slow motion as Jordan lowered his head, blocking out the light that streamed in from the hallway.

I wish I could say I stopped him, that I pushed him away and yelled at him but I didn’t. I didn't stop him, I had enough time to but I didn’t. I found myself wondering what it would be like to be really kissed by him. I wanted to know if the fantasies I had about him in high school were either bit close to what he was really like.

I think he expected me to do something to stop him; he seemed to be testing my reaction as he touched his lips against mine. I knew as I did it, it was wrong but I parted my lips anyway. The kiss was awkward at first, almost like he was shocked that I was kissing him but soon it changed and it was better than I could’ve even imagined; and I wanted more. His hand slipped down over my side, down my hip to my thigh, maybe he sensed it or maybe my thighs parting signaled to him that I wanted to feel him against me, either way he lifted his body off the bed and came to rest between my legs, his lips never once leaving mine.

Oh lord the feelings that spread through me as his hard body pressed against mine, I can’t even describe, I had only ever felt that burning desire once before, with Josh. I froze as his name broke into my thoughts and Jordan felt something had changed for he pulled back to gaze down at me.

I bit my lip as my eyes slid to his, as he went to speak. But the words that I heard weren’t something he would say…

“What doing Ama?”

Jordan jumped back from me, trying to move but my legs were twisted around his so he was stuck. We were stuck.

It was as if we were watching it all unfold on tape, I looked up to see Jesse standing in Jordan’s doorway clutching Mister Bear, he turned his head to the side as Josh went to pick him up as he glanced in the room. He froze, all the light seemed to go out of his eyes and he appeared to shrink about 4 inches as his brain processed the information that his eyes was seeing.