Clordan

(Can I see you? Now? Please come to my place...)

I frown at the text he sent me. It's eleven in the evening, and I have no idea why he wants me there. However, I drive anyways. When your crush asks you to see him, you accept it.

"Jordan?" I ask, ringing the doorbell.

He answers the door, opening it for me.

"Come in."

He's wearing a loose shirt and jeans, his eyes a little red. Was he... Crying?

"Jordan? Is everything alright?"

"Maia broke up with me," he says, sighing.

"Oh."

Maia is the love of his life, who also happens to be one of my friends.

"I'm so sorry, Jordan."

"And the thing is... I don't even know why."

"I'm sure she's making a big mistake. You're a great guy, and she just doesn't happen to see you for real."

"That's a sweet lie to believe," he says, slouching on his couch.

I sit down next to him, biting my lower lip. I thought this only happened in stupid fanfictions, but here I am, comforting my crush right after his breakup. Talk about awkward.

"I'm not lying. You are really cool and sweet. And hot, if you ask me."

"You think so?" He asks, his lips forming a smile.

I hold back my blush, nodding.

"Do you think she's ever going to talk to me?"

"Of course, she is," I answer, but my voice breaks.

"Are you okay? Did you catch cold?" He asks, frowning.

"No, I'm fine. Now stop fussing over me. Are you okay?"

"What do you think, Clary?" He asks, laughing dryly. "But it helps to think about other people's problems, you know."

"Talk about mine," I mumble under my breath.

"Huh?"

"Never mind."

"I just can't believe... That she broke up with me. I mean, I thought she was really in it for real, unlike her other relationships. I'm just so mad and confused. But I still love her you know. I'm so screwed over-"

I can't help it anymore. I lean into him, closing my eyes and pressing my lips against his. Surprised, he flinch away from me.

"I'm... I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I'll just... Leave now," I mutter, standing up.

My face burning in embarrassment, I walk over to the door until Jordan grabs my arm.

"Clary, wait."

He turns me around, and cups my cheek with his hand. He kisses me fiercely, making me jump under my skin. I can't believe this. Jordan Kyle... Kissing me.

I hook my arms around his neck, kissing him back. I want to feel every bit of his lips. Just the way I've always dreamed of. Passion and desire begins to sing in my veins, boiling my blood.

His hand slides down to my hips while I move my hands up to his soft hair. He plays with the hem of my shirt, his hands brushing against my bare skin occasionally. His mouth moves downward to my neck, sucking at my sensitive skin there.

"Jordan," I whisper, my voice thick with lust.

He backs me up until the back of my legs hit the sofa. He lifts me up, laying me down and hovering over me, his weight supported by his elbow.

I claw at the material of his shirt, wanting it off. He pulls away from me to take it off. He presses back against me, his body flushed against mine. I let my hands roam over his body, making him moan the same name over and over again. The same name, yes.

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