Getting Ready To Begin

Jordan stood back and held the door open for me to pass before he entered the room that would be ours for the next two nights. From the quick glimpse that I got of the room before Jordan twirled me around, I knew that it wasn’t an ordinary room. The king size bed alone told me that.

“Hey,” he said when I was facing him. “You know what?”

I shook my head. “No, what?”

“Well,” he glanced at the floor and sighed.

“Jordy what’s wrong?”

With another sigh, he faced me. “The thing is Babe, this morning I woke up with a feeling. I didn’t know how to deal with so I decided to myself; I’d hide it to myself.”

I frowned, “What feeling Jordy?” I reached for him, worried that he had kept something from me.

“I don’t know what I’m up against, Babe. I don’t know what it’s all about. I got so much to think about.”

I shook my head in confusion. “I don’t know what you are talking about Jordan!” I gripped his shirt and demanded that he tell me what was going on. “Tell me now!”

His hands slipped over mine. “Believe me; you really don’t have to worry –”

“Well you are freaking me out!”

“I only want to make you happy –” He paused to bring my hands to his mouth. After pressing his lips against the back of my hand, he smiled at me. “And if you say ‘hey go way I will’.”

“What?” I pulled back from him. “Jordan why on earth ­–”

“But I think better still, I’d better stay around and love you. Do you think I have a case? Let me ask you to your face, do you think you love me?”

I felt like a complete moron. “You jerk!” I swatted at him. “It’s a song! I thought –”

“I think I love you,” he sang as he came towards me, his arms wide opened. “Isn’t that what love is made of?”

I turned and walked further into the room. “You are a jerk,” I threw over my shoulder as I plopped onto the sofa in the ‘sitting room’.

“I think I love you,” he continued as he joined me. “Do you think you love me?”

Rolling my eyes, I turned away from him.

“Oh Babe, don’t pout.” He moved my hair from my shoulder and kissed my skin. “Even though you look hot when you pout.” His lips travelled along my shoulder to that spot at where my neck and shoulder meet.

“I thought there was something wrong Jordan.” He stopped kissing my shoulder and looked up when I glanced over my shoulder.

“I’m sorry Babe; I didn’t mean to worry you.” Wrapping his arms around me, he rested his chin on my shoulder and sighed. “I heard that song this morning and I haven’t been able to get it out of my head.”

“Jordy,” I turned in his arms and faced him. “Things are going so great with us, I’m so worried that something will go wrong.”

“Don’t think like that,” he told me. “Just enjoy being with me Anna, just like I’m enjoying being with you.”

I stared at him for the longest time.

“Are you going to say something? Or should I leave you alone for little?”

I chuckled and he asked what it was for. “I can’t believe you think I would want you to leave me alone when I haven’t seen you in forever?”

With a grin, he told me that he knew I really wanted to jump his bones.

“How did you know?” I exclaimed as I did exactly what he said I wanted.

Jordan and I were getting busy on the sofa, his shirt had disappeared along with mine and he was working on my pants when he leaned too far to the right and toppled over the edge.

“Oh!” My hand jumped to cover my mouth as I stared wide eyed down at him lying on the floor with his eyes closed. “Honey are you ok?”

Jordan groaned as he rolled onto his side and pushed himself into a half sitting position on the floor in front of the sofa. “Yes,” he sounded a little surprised. “I’m better than I’ve ever been.” He motioned for me to sit up while he crawled up next to me. “Come curl up with me Anna.”

I waited until he was lying comfortably before I moved beside him and wrapped myself around him.

“You called me ‘honey’,” he said in amazement. “You never called me anything but ‘Jordy’ or ‘Babe’.”

“I’m sorry?”

“No, no,” he shifted until he was almost nose to nose with me. “I’ve listen to you call your ex boyfriends ‘honey’ and I thought it was the dumbest thing ever but now – I think it’s one word I want to hear you say.”

“You were jealous!”

“I was not!”

I snorted. “You were! That’s why you didn’t like to hear me call someone else ‘honey’!”

“You know what?” Jordan started to push me up off the couch. “You stink, I think you should go shower.”

“Whatever!” I grabbed a cushion and whacked him with it. “If I stink, you are rancid!”

We cuddled on the sofa a few more minutes before he talked me into going to take a shower. “Are you going to join me?”

“I would love to but I’m going to give you a couple minutes to yourself because, Sweetheart, this weekend you won’t have a minute without me! So enjoy it while you can.”

I pretended that I was eager to get to my alone time – I grabbed my overnight bag and ran from the sitting area into the bathroom. As I closed the door behind me, I heard Jordan laughing. “You’re mine in ten Babe!”