[The Day Of Their Get Together]
“You looked brighter than ever. You’re shining.”
I lowered my sunglasses to take a peaked of Jordan in front of me. Wearing a white long sleeve. Buttons are open you can his chest looking bare and welcoming. His chiseled- never mind. Why am I even complimenting him? The sun’s rays reached his brown skin- making it looked golden.
I could say between the two of us, he is the one who shines more brighter than me. Why does he always outshine me? I pursed my lip in a grim line. I am frowning. Jordan always steals the limelight.
“And now what? Give me some more. Compliment me more. I need a boost. You know I love positive uplifting affirmations, right? C’mon, don’t be shy say some more.” I lifted my chin, put my hands above my chest. Looking like I love myself so much even though I can get overly-critical sometimes.
“You’re acting all extra. I’m giving you extra points because the acting’s good.” He chuckles, followed by showing me his smile with his set of perfectly-aligned teeth all looking white.
It was making me jealous.Can you even spot a single flaw on this man? Because- I couldn’t. I am trying too hard to make any hate comments on this guy. I am just trying so hard- only to disappoint my own self. This is very sad. I wonder if this guy is doing the same thing too.
I eyed him closely. Scrutinize his body- staring directly deep into his soul. Making my presence be injected into his mind. Into the depths of his brain. Making sure he won’t forget about my beauty, my radiance, my existence. Jordan laughed amusingly. Then he stopped. He looked at me intensely. Making me feel something again for the hundredth time. The stare- the stare is weakening my defenses. Suddenly, I feel I couldn’t breathe. I fanned myself. I used my hands. What am I going to use? My handbag?
“It’s getting hot. It’s so hot in here.” I continue to fan myself. Pushing my long, smooth, silky hair away from my face. I can feel my face looked wacky right now. Jordan must’ve been laughing secretly. His eyes display a full amusement. If he will give me that kind of look again, I will sue him. Will file a case against him for having such a lovely stare. He went to walk towards me- paces slow. Or it is me who is seeing his movements in a slow motion? Am I glitching? I tap my cheeks for a few times- I don’t want to be sent into another dimension.
“Shinai.” His voice sounded steady. A little bit rugged.
Throaty? I don’t know. It sounded too sexy for my ears. I felt horrified at the thought. It’s disgusting. Absolutely disgusting.
Since when do I become thirsty for a guy? This is tarrying. I should exude the prim and proper trait, I am pure. I am innocent. I close my eyes while repeating these words inside my head. Become to entrance to what I am doing that I failed to notice Jordan’s hand touching my shoulders and shaking me lightly. I opened my eyes, only to face him with a smirk plastered on his face.
“What’s wrong? Can’t take the heat?” He said while chuckling.
Did I hear this line before? Was it from a movie? An erotic movie?Oh-my-gosh. Does he watch movies like that too? I eyed him, making my eyes squint a little bit. Observing him. I never thought Jordan is like this? Hmm- amusing. Very amusing.
“Go on. Ravish me if you want.” He spread his arms wide open. It’s ready. Like the scene from a movie where I guy looked like this and the girl ran into his arms to hug him.
Too bad, we are not in a movie. This is reality. And to see this scenario that you’ve grown familiar with from watching all those television shows and films happening in front of your eyes. It is not my type. It’s cringey. This gesture is outmoded, so old-fashion. It’s funny scenes like this is considered a momentous part of a move.
“Eww, Jordan. Eww.” I throw my handbag at him which he easily caught using his left hand.
Jordan is lefty. Just like me. When we were younger, we always been placed to seat next into each other by our teacher. It usually didn’t last long because we were always bickering and play-fighting. That our teachers got annoyed of how we were acting so loud and immature that they ended up separating us from being near each other.
Core childhood memory. Oh- to be back in your childhood and to go through your unforgettable moments brings a feeling of nostalgia. Only those- treasured ones. Not those bad memories. They should be buried deeply, so deep that you won’t even want to try digging it back to see it again playing in your mind.
His hand went to remove my hair to side. I was fix into staring at him openly- until I feel my hair being tied in a low ponytail.
“What? Jordan-.” He cut me off fast.
Sealed my mouth with his lips. It’s soft, luscious. He bit my upper lip gently. A moan escaped my lips- which made him smile. He stopped. He didn’t continue the kiss and instead he gave me a one sweet peck. It was a quick one- I want some more.
“We wouldn’t do the make out session?” I asked him in a small pleading voice.
“You’ll probably not like being laid down in the sand, do you?” I punched his chest- exerting a low force. It’s enough to let him know that I am quite mad at it. Just a little.
“Shut up. I hate you.” He pulled me close, into his chest. Put his arms around me, rocking my body gently. He kissed my forehead.
“No, you don’t.” He replied with enough radiance and confidence in his tone.
“How can you be so sure?” I retorted back.
“Shinai, I know. I just know.”