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Tired of Waiting

Chapter 2

It was the middle of the night when Jordan arrived in Miami. She had called Nigel before she left LA and had him to a trace on Woody's credit card to find his hotel. Now she was just trying to decide is she wanted to wake him up now, or wait until morning. Then she thought about the song again, "Tired of waiting for you." She had already wasted so much time.

It was nearly four in the morning when she finally found herself outside of Woody's hotel room.

"Well…here we go!"

She timidly knocked on the door, still worried about what she doing.

Nothing.

She knocked a little harder and a little longer the next time. After a few minutes he finally answered the door. He squinted at her when he first opened the door, his eyes still adjusting to the light of the hallway.

"Jordan?"

It took her a moment to respond. She just stared at him. He was standing there in front of her in nothing but a pair of boxers with his hair sticking up everywhere. The only thing running through her mind at that point was, "Gosh he is gorgeous." She finally snapped out of it.

"Hey, Woody. Can I come in?"

"Of course." He stepped to the side to let her in, and as he closed the door he asked, "What are you doing here Jordan? Is everything okay?"

She paused for a moment trying to figure out how to tell him how she felt. She finally just came out and said it.

"I am tired of waiting Woody! Tired of waiting on myself. I know that is has all been my fault, but you have no idea how frustrated I am with myself for waiting so long."

He gave her a puzzled look. His sleep hazed mind did not fully comprehend what she had just said. "What are you saying Jordan?"

She couldn't stop herself. She reached up and kissed him. He was surprised at first but once he got over the initial shock of it all he began to respond to it. It was the best thing that either of them had ever experienced. She pulled back when she had to come up for air.

He looked at her as she regained her breath. She was panting, her hair was a mess from where he had been running his hands through it, and her lips were swollen from his kisses. She had never looked sexier.

"Are you sure?" He stared into her eyes searching for conformation.

She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, "I have never been so sure about anything in my entire life."

Before he had a chance to respond, she laced her fingers through his hair and brought his mouth back down to meet hers. She kissed him with more passion then she had before to truly show him that she was serious. She began to move him further into the bedroom as their tongues tangled. He pulled away when he felt his legs hit the edge of the bed.

"Wait, Jordan. I don't want to go this far."

Jordan's heart sunk. Her biggest fear had just come true. But if he didn't want her, then why had he let things get this far to begin with. She had flown all the way here just to have him toy with her and pull away. She let go of him and tried to get out of his grip.

Woody could tell what she was thinking. What he had just said came out the wrong way. He tightened his grip on her and immediately corrected himself.

"No Jordan! It's not like that! I want to be with you." He felt her relax in his arms, and he pulled her closer to him to reassure her. "You have no idea how much I want to be with you. I just don't want our first time to be in some strange hotel room. I want our first time to be at home in Boston, in your apartment, in your bed."

She smiled, "I never thought you would be so sentimental about something like this Woody."

"Of course I am. You have no idea how long I have been waiting for this moment, how long I have been dreaming about us."

"You've dreamed about us having sex?" If any other man had said that to her she would have been disgusted. But with Woody it was different. It made her happy to know that he thought about her.

"Having sex? No. Making love. You are not just sex to me Jordan, you never could be."

Jordan couldn't help herself at that point. A single tear slowly dropped down her cheek. She had never had any man think of her like that. She always seemed to attract jerks that wanted nothing more but to get into her pants. Woody really cared about her.

She looked into his eyes and prayed that she had really heard what she thought she did. "Do you really mean that Woody?"

He reached up and wiped away the stray tear. "Of course I do Jo. I love you."

She couldn't say anything. For the first time in her life, Jordan Cavanaugh was speechless. There was only one thing that she could do. She kissed him. It was somehow different from the first kisses they had shared that night. It was more tender and more loving.

When she pulled away from him she found her voice, "I love you too Woody."