Prologue:
Tiffany Kilbourne and Jordan Pike are the property of Ann M. Martin. The storyline is mine.
Tiffany outside her house, wearing only a light jacket over her sweater and jeans. She shivered in the chilly February wind, but she wasn't concerned. Checking her watch, which read 3:47, she wondered what was keeping Jordan. He'd promised to drop by after school around 3:30. Tiffany considered going inside the house and warming up, but decided against it. She wanted to greet Jordan at the door. As soon as she'd rid herself of that though, Jordan rode up on his bicycle.
"Hey Tiff," he greeted her breathlessly "I couldn't get a ride or anything, so I decided to bike over. Here." He handed her three perfect long-stemmed red roses he'd be holding in one hand. It was after Valentine's Day, but Jordan felt that anytime of the year was good for giving roses.
Tiffany quickly forgot his tardiness. She watched him hop off his bike, thinking to herself how cute he was. From the moment she first saw his photo on the Stoneybrook message board she had liked him. He had soft, short brown hair which hung loosely over his forehead and creamy brown eyes. She liked the way that his dark features complimented her pale skin and blond hair.
"Thank you," she said giving Jordan a hug. "Wanna go inside?"
"Yes!" Jordan laughed. "I'm not too cold, but that would be nice."
The two teens made their way into Tiffany's living room. It was sort of an ironic room, because although it was large and lavishly furnished from the leather couches to alpaca fur rugs and the fireplace, the Kilbournes hardly ever used it. Today in fact, Tiffany was the only one home and had the entire mansion to herself. She sat down on the couch and Jordan sat next to her.
"I missed you," he said taking her hand in his. Tiffany smiled. "I missed you too." The two had just recently started seeing each other romantically, but their passion for each other rivaled any couples, despite their ages and lack of experience.
"I hate it how we have to wait so long to see each other. I wish we went to the same school," Jordan said. Tiffany nodded in agreement. She hated going to SDS, and being apart from Jordan was one of her newest reasons for feeling that way.
Jordan put his arm around Tiffany, and stared into her eyes. To him, they looked like two puddles of blue ocean water, seemingly still but with amazing layers and depth to them. He looked down from her eyes to her smooth, soft lips. As soon as he saw them, he knew he had to kiss them. He tilted his head and leaned it, feeling a spark of electricity when his lips made contact with hers. He let his lips melt with hers, giving soft tender kisses but growing hungrier and hungrier.
An hour later, Tiffany and Jordan lay naked together under a blanket on the Kilbourne's rug. Jordan has his arm around Tiffany, her head on his chest. The couple snuggled together and fell asleep, relaxed and at peace.
Tiffany Kilbourne and Jordan Pike are the property of Ann M. Martin. The storyline is mine.
Tiffany outside her house, wearing only a light jacket over her sweater and jeans. She shivered in the chilly February wind, but she wasn't concerned. Checking her watch, which read 3:47, she wondered what was keeping Jordan. He'd promised to drop by after school around 3:30. Tiffany considered going inside the house and warming up, but decided against it. She wanted to greet Jordan at the door. As soon as she'd rid herself of that though, Jordan rode up on his bicycle.
"Hey Tiff," he greeted her breathlessly "I couldn't get a ride or anything, so I decided to bike over. Here." He handed her three perfect long-stemmed red roses he'd be holding in one hand. It was after Valentine's Day, but Jordan felt that anytime of the year was good for giving roses.
Tiffany quickly forgot his tardiness. She watched him hop off his bike, thinking to herself how cute he was. From the moment she first saw his photo on the Stoneybrook message board she had liked him. He had soft, short brown hair which hung loosely over his forehead and creamy brown eyes. She liked the way that his dark features complimented her pale skin and blond hair.
"Thank you," she said giving Jordan a hug. "Wanna go inside?"
"Yes!" Jordan laughed. "I'm not too cold, but that would be nice."
The two teens made their way into Tiffany's living room. It was sort of an ironic room, because although it was large and lavishly furnished from the leather couches to alpaca fur rugs and the fireplace, the Kilbournes hardly ever used it. Today in fact, Tiffany was the only one home and had the entire mansion to herself. She sat down on the couch and Jordan sat next to her.
"I missed you," he said taking her hand in his. Tiffany smiled. "I missed you too." The two had just recently started seeing each other romantically, but their passion for each other rivaled any couples, despite their ages and lack of experience.
"I hate it how we have to wait so long to see each other. I wish we went to the same school," Jordan said. Tiffany nodded in agreement. She hated going to SDS, and being apart from Jordan was one of her newest reasons for feeling that way.
Jordan put his arm around Tiffany, and stared into her eyes. To him, they looked like two puddles of blue ocean water, seemingly still but with amazing layers and depth to them. He looked down from her eyes to her smooth, soft lips. As soon as he saw them, he knew he had to kiss them. He tilted his head and leaned it, feeling a spark of electricity when his lips made contact with hers. He let his lips melt with hers, giving soft tender kisses but growing hungrier and hungrier.
An hour later, Tiffany and Jordan lay naked together under a blanket on the Kilbourne's rug. Jordan has his arm around Tiffany, her head on his chest. The couple snuggled together and fell asleep, relaxed and at peace.