The Turning of Jordan
Book 1
Jordan
Chapter 1
Jordan
3 Days Ago
It's a cold, winter night in the woods on the outskirts of my boyfriend's house and I'm resting on a hill that leads to a lake. From where I am laying, I have a full view of the bright, starry sky in between the trees.
I have become restless. I have just been proposed to by a man I don't want to marry. Don't get me wrong, I love him, but I just don't want to marry him. I just have the feeling that there's someone out there waiting for me. I go down to the lake to splash my face. After I've wiped my face off, I can hear Chris yelling my name through the darkness. That's when I felt it. I look behind to make sure Chris hasn't found me yet. That's when I see him. He's crouched low into a hunting position. I have a clear view of him between two trees. I turn around and make sure there's nothing else nearby. Sadly, I see nothing. I reach into my boot and pull out my hunting knife (CRKT Ultima Hunter's Knife). As I set myself into a crouching position, our eyes lock. He's staring at me with such intensity; it's as if he's trying to burn two holes into me.
"You know you're on private property right?" I wait for his reply, but he says nothing and just stares at me. I stand straight up again.
"I don't care that you're here. It's my boyfriend you need to be worried about. All I ask is that you stop stalking me. I need to be alone for a moment." I turn around, but before I remember where I am, I've already fallen into the lake. When I resurface, he has his hand outstretched to me. I don't know how he got over here that fast, but right now, I don't care. I'm cold, I'm wet, and I'm ready to go home. As he pulls me out of the water, our eyes meet again. But this time, I look away. I had realized that his eyes were dark brown. I'm a sucker for dark brown eyes.
"You can let me go now."
"Sorry." He lets me go. That's when I realize he's blushing.
"Oh, I didn't mean to make you blush."
"I'm not blushing," he mumbled. For a while, we don't say anything. As I try to study his face in the darkness, a thought strikes me.
"Don't I know you?"
"Should you?"
"I think so. Aah!"
"What's wrong?"
"I just got a bad headache."
"By the way, you do know me." Before I can ask him anything, he puts his hands on my face, and kisses me. The kiss is slow, sweet, and soft. Somehow he knew I liked these kinds of kisses at these kinds of moments. Then memories begin to flash before my eyelids like a movie. It all started at the library.
I had been in the library looking for some new books to read when he walked in. He had walked over to the section I was in (which was horror fiction by the way).