Jordan had been sitting alone in the living room for a few minutes now and he couldn’t help but wonder how long it took the female gender to get dressed-for bed, for that matter.
Feeling bored out of his mind, he decided to explore for a bit, so he stood to his feet and slowly walked around the living space, taking in its exquisite yet simple decor.
The previous night when he had been here, he had been unconscious to take in what her house looked like. Thinking about it now, he could only wonder how she-a small yet pneumatic woman had managed to carry him-a refrigerator of muscles up the stairs and into a bedroom.
Shaking his head with a really faint, almost invisible smile on his face, he could only come to a conclusion that she really was full of surprises.
Just like her office, her living room was dominated by the unflashy and conservative colours of black, grey and white, having their vintage patterned floor rug-which was placed at the centre of the room amongst others-to brighten and act as a contrasting colour of bright red to the whole arrangement.
Jordan once again, couldn’t help but commend her magnificent taste until he stopped abruptly when he saw a bright orange bean bag whose colour held a dissimilitude against the aesthetics of the room. He knew right away that that couldn’t be his gemstone’s handiwork. He scoffed.
Walking further around their medium sized yet cozy living space, he stopped again at an elevated pavement which was blazoned with different picture frames proudly displayed for the eyes of the beholders.
Jordan picked up a frame and examined its contents. His gemstone was together with the redhead that had slammed the door in his face earlier and a blonde guy that looked oddly familiar. The redhead was in the middle and the guy and his gemstone were at her opposite sides with their lips pressed against her cheeks.
Even though the redhead was in the middle and the camera was obviously directed at her face, his gemstone was still the centre of his attention.
He moved on to the next picture. It was similar to the previous one, only that the familiar looking guy had taken the position of the redhead in the middle. The grip he had on the frame tightened when he saw his gemstone’s luscious lips on the guy’s cheek. He was irritated and peeved for some reason.
Uninterested in staring at the guy’s projected face, he moved on to another picture. Here, his gemstone was at the middle with the blonde and the redhead on either of her sides with their lips on her cheeks.
It spited him to see the Blondie’s lips on his own gem’s cheek but he couldn’t deny that this particular picture was his favourite out of all he had seen.
She looked diaphanously angelic with her eyes closed and a wide grin unashamedly projected on her face. She looked so calm and blissful. At that moment, she was the epitome of the term, celestial radiance and he wanted so direly to have a taste of her.
He was a devil that was so parched that he yearned for the taste of heaven. But, they were from two completely different worlds. Was it even heard of for someone as baleful and as minatory as he was, to ever feel something such as attraction for someone as angelic and heavenly as her?
He was vile, he was nefarious, he was an embodiment of sin while she was innocent and impeccable; an embodiment of purity, she was.
Did he really want to stain her with his sinful ways?
As his thoughts ran haywire, he heard footsteps coming down the stairs and he looked up from the photograph that had held him enthralled. His stormy and glazed over chocolate eyes immediately cleared when they crashed with her green ones.
They stared at each other for what felt like hours, neither one of them agreeing to tear their gazes away. And slowly, his jewel began walking towards him.
She stopped right in front of him with her carafe like neck craned upwards to behold his face due to his towering height. She held his gaze for a bit before looking down at his hands which still held the picture frame.
Gently, he watched her pry it out of his hold before placing it back in its original place. He continued watching her as she held his hand before bringing it up close to her face for proper examination.
A smile of adoration threatened to subjugate his inexpressive face at the sight of the cute grimace that graced her face when she took in the state of his swollen and now purple knuckles.
Wordlessly, she dragged him into their kitchen and he willingly followed her like a tamed puppy. Pushing him to sit on a stool, she began looking around for something.
His eyes followed her every move like a magnet drawn to metal and when she bent down to check the bottom cupboards, he hurriedly swallowed and looked away from the clear view of her round ass.
He made sure to not look up until she stood erect again but the millisecond worth of view he had seen was already taking effect on him as he could feel the strain in his pants. Not wanting her to think of him as a pervert or libertine, he hurriedly closed his legs, attempting to hide the tent in his pants.
Her pyjamas wasn’t really provocative, howbeit, it exaltedly emphasized her voluptuous features. Yet, it still did unimaginable things to him.
She turned back to him with a first aid box and pulled out a stool close to him before sitting down. Quietly, she opened the box and brought out all the essentials before beginning the treatment.
As the silence continued to echo around the kitchen, Jordan let his eyes take in every of her features, as though he were memorising her very being.
He very much, loved how her cute pink tongue hung slightly out of her mouth when she was fully concentrated on a task at hand. He also loved the change in her facial expressions as she tilted her head in different directions. For some reason, it made her look more innocent than she already did.
When his gaze travelled lower and passed by her knee, his eyes did a double take when he saw the injuries on both her knees. Her now bluish purple flesh housed dried blood clots around them in parallel and horizontal lines. He frowned.
“What happened to your knee?” Emerald’s eyes and eyebrows immediately shot up her forehead when she heard his deep and husky voice break the silence.
She kept staring at him until he cleared his throat to level out the hoarseness of his voice and her eyes fell to her knees to see what he was talking about.
She frowned when she took in the state of her knees. She had felt it sting and throb earlier but she had been too busy and out of her element-we all know the reason behind that-to pay attention to it until now.
“Must have been when I panicked yesterday,” she replied vaguely earning a nod from him before they returned to silence again.
“Why are you really here?” She asked when she had finished cleaning and wrapping up his fingers; her face was now one of seriousness.
He looked up into her inexpressive green eyes, all forms of playfulness had now evaporated. It was time to get down to business.
“I want to live here.”