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Jordan: Can We Make It If We Try?

ผู้เขียน: Gemma D. Nash
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It wasn’t the polite, uncertain kiss we had shared last night, when I was scared and doubted a lot of things; when I didn’t know what to do. It was desperate, like I wanted to feel every inch of me, even if I didn’t know what that meant.

Marcus’ mouth was cold, and I had to be going insane because I thought he still tasted of the juice he’d had earlier today. I pushed my knees between Marcus’ thighs, crowding him in the way I knew how. My fingers tangled into the short waves of his grey hair,
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  • The Things We Don't Say   Jordan: Can We Make It If We Try?

    It wasn’t the polite, uncertain kiss we had shared last night, when I was scared and doubted a lot of things; when I didn’t know what to do. It was desperate, like I wanted to feel every inch of me, even if I didn’t know what that meant. Marcus’ mouth was cold, and I had to be going insane because I thought he still tasted of the juice he’d had earlier today. I pushed my knees between Marcus’ thighs, crowding him in the way I knew how. My fingers tangled into the short waves of his grey hair, feeling the soft tresses slide against them, He let out a low, ragged sound into my mouth and his hands came up to grip my shirt, pulling us closer until there was no space or air left between us. The glass behind him must be freezing, but his body was as hot as a furnace. He parted his lips, letting me kiss him. My hands slipped down Marcus' throat, and I pressed softly before tracing a path on his collarbones, through the line of his polo shirt, before slipping underneath the fabric to touch

  • The Things We Don't Say   Jordan: Just Might Put It All On The Line

    The instruction had come out of the blue, surprising even me. But for some reason, I wanted to see him do it. I wanted to see the magic, the awe that would appear in his eyes when he did, because I knew Marcus.He was in tune with every inch of his emotions, and it was one of the things I was hooked on him in ways that even I couldn't explain. It was beautiful: his honesty, his openness, his need to not hide behind plays and plots like I had been used to all my life. "We're definitely not supposed to touch the onyx," Marcus said, but I knew he wanted to. I could see it in the way his feet stood on the tips of their toes, like it was all they wanted to do. I could sense the urge in him. He needed to realize that he wouldn't get into any trouble for it.Not as long as I was here with him. “It’s just us here, Marcus,” I murmured, settling closer to him. “And besides, nothing is going to happen. You are careful, and everything always works out in the end.”Marcus hesitated, but in anoth

  • The Things We Don't Say   Jordan: Can We Make It If We Try?

    It wasn’t the polite, uncertain kiss we had shared last night, when I was scared and doubted a lot of things; when I didn’t know what to do. It was desperate, like I wanted to feel every inch of me, even if I didn’t know what that meant. Marcus’ mouth was cold, and I had to be going insane because I thought he still tasted of the juice he’d had earlier today. I pushed my knees between Marcus’ thighs, crowding him in the way I knew how. My fingers tangled into the short waves of his grey hair, feeling the soft tresses slide against them, He let out a low, ragged sound into my mouth and his hands came up to grip my shirt, pulling us closer until there was no space or air left between us. The glass behind him must be freezing, but his body was as hot as a furnace. He parted his lips, letting me kiss him. My hands slipped down Marcus' throat, and I pressed softly before tracing a path on his collarbones, through the line of his polo shirt, before slipping underneath the fabric to touch

  • The Things We Don't Say   Jordan: Just Might Put It All On The Line

    The instruction had come out of the blue, surprising even me. But for some reason, I wanted to see him do it. I wanted to see the magic, the awe that would appear in his eyes when he did, because I knew Marcus.He was in tune with every inch of his emotions, and it was one of the things I was hooked on him in ways that even I couldn't explain. It was beautiful: his honesty, his openness, his need to not hide behind plays and plots like I had been used to all my life. "We're definitely not supposed to touch the onyx," Marcus said, but I knew he wanted to. I could see it in the way his feet stood on the tips of their toes, like it was all they wanted to do. I could sense the urge in him. He needed to realize that he wouldn't get into any trouble for it.Not as long as I was here with him. “It’s just us here, Marcus,” I murmured, settling closer to him. “And besides, nothing is going to happen. You are careful, and everything always works out in the end.”Marcus hesitated, but in anoth

  • The Things We Don't Say   Marcus: The Barcelona Pavilion 

    The McLaren’s purr made me sigh in bliss each time I heard it. It was funny to Jordan because he kept laughing. He’d handed me my phone, explaining that he helped me bring it down when he realized I hadn’t come up yet, so as not to stress my poor feet going back in just for it.His words, not mine. The ride wasn’t as short as all the ones we’d undergone since we got to Spain. So, Jordan and I spoke about anything and everything on the way. It reminded me of the first time I rode in his car with him. The first day we ever spoke complete sentences to each other.He’d scared me that day. He’d asked me to run away from him. Maybe I should have listened to him. But sitting next to him right now, I was happy I didn’t. I was happy to be there. I didn’t know what this was, and honestly, I wasn’t ready to confront it just yet.But I was very much aware of the bubble we were in, a bubble that was going to burst tomorrow as we packed our bags to return home. So, I was going to live in this mome

  • The Things We Don't Say   Marcus: Tethered

    I wasn’t surprised that no one tried to stop Nita. In fact, Joshua seemed to be enjoying it, hiding his grin behind his cup of coffee. Jordan, on the other hand, didn’t seem to care. He just got on his feet, turning to me. “I have a couple of calls to make for the office, but you should be ready in another hour.”I nodded grimly, watching his perfectly shaped ass walk away in the distance. Nita nudged me gently, whispering into my ear. “You can stop oogling at him now.”“That wasn’t what I was doing,” I cried, pulling away from her. She laughed openly, obviously having a lot of fun with the situation."Have the pictures really gone that far?" I asked, scooting to the edge of my seat. When I got back to my room, I still hadn't taken my phone. I was hiding, and every part of me was aware of that. I knew Enzo would have left me messages, and I didn't know what to tell him.If I told him that I thought about the question he'd asked last night and decided to let him go, wouldn't he know t

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