All Chapters of The Things We Don't Say: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Jordan pushed away from me in time before Nita actually saw us. She was in swim trunks with a jacket over it, her lips already moving without trying to check who was in the villa with Jordan. She plopped into the seat he occupied before, rolling her eyes dramatically. "God, the internet is blowing up with you two. All my friends have been asking if you guys were modelling the suits or on to something else. Some of them even had accusations of you being gay because they could apparently see some tension in the pictures. But again, they know your reputation on the streets, so they laughed at their own jokes. Do you have any food up in here?"I resisted the urge to laugh at her going on and on, but a snicker found its way out. Nita seemed to do a double take at my presence, then looked sharply at Jordan, and again, back at me. "Why are you two being awkward?"“Awkward?” Jordan scoffed. “You are the one being awkward, coming into my room in the morning and going on about what the internet

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

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

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

It was lame, and every part of me knew it. I was parked outside his house like a fucking loser, hanging on my bike and staring at their living room window. The curtains were parted so I had a clear view of the inside.They were all gathered around the couch, talking about something animatedly. Even Gary, who was never in the mood, was a part of the mix, his usual grouch temporarily waning. But what was I thinking?What did I expect would happen?There was no way I could just waltz in there, not especially after what I’d said earlier today. Swallowing, I reached for my phone and sent a quick text to the only other person I knew I really wanted to talk to tonight.The one person, selfish as I may sound, who would drop everything for me.It was strange, wasn’t it? I had come so far, from having no connection with my friends at all, to wanting to talk to someone at odd times of the night.After leaving her a message, I drove down to JAR and ordered a glass of liquor. It was a long journey