Choosing You
To confirm it, my girlfriend kisses me quick then hitches her shoulders before chasing down her best friend.
Jordan’s got his hands on his head, buried in his curly hair, as he watches Sabrina go. Then he growls in more frustration, pacing the doorway.
“It’s okay, Jordan. I’m still here,” Shaina tells him.
“Why,” Jordan asks icily. Then he goes inside his room.
Shaina’s got sense enough to pout but that’s all the sense she has, as she prepares to follow Jordan into his room. I stop her by taking hold of her elbow.