Disclaimer: I don't own anything. "Breathing" is by Lifehouse

A/N: Ok, I ran out of lyrics for the song "Letters to You." So, here is another song with the same sort of premise. In honor of that song, the chapter is called "Breathing." Also, thank you to everyone who reviewed. Y'all rock.

Letters to You

Woody raised his hand to knock on the door. He stopped. His nerves were getting the better of him. He was scared. Woody leaned his head against the door. Woody hadn't seen Jordan in close to a week and clearly she didn't want to see or talk to him. Otherwise, she would have come back, right? Woody shook his head. He didn't spend 500 dollars and a night on a plane to chicken out. He knocked lightly at first. No answer. He knocked again, this time louder. "Come on, Jordan. Open up."

Her eyes shot open when she heard his voice. She thought it was housekeeping and was going to ignore it. Jordan practically fell out of bed. She jumped to her feet. Realizing she was in her bra and underwear, she grabbed a sweatshirt and sweatpants off the chair near the TV. She struggled to put them on and hopped around. Woody was wondering what was taking so long. He sighed and began to walk away.

I'm finding my way back to sanity, again

Though I don't really know what

I'm gonna do when I get there

All of a sudden, the door flew open and he heard her call him. "Woody!" she yelled. Man, he had missed the sound of her voice. He turned around to see her standing in the doorway gawking at him.

"Hey Jo-jo," he said with that 100-watt Woody grin.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked with a small amount of anger in her voice.

"I fly across the country to see you and that's what I get?" He asked, only half joking.

"Why did you come here?"

"I needed to see you. I can't let you run, Jordan. Not again." He said as he stepped closer.

"Woody…"

"No, I need to sort things out with you. We are not pretending there's nothing between us anymore. I'm not going to let you pretend. And I'm sure as hell not going to let you hide." He took another step. They were now dangerously close together. Jordan's breath became more ragged. She didn't know what to do. Everything inside her head cried out to run, to protect herself. But, her heart screamed to kiss him. Instead she gulped and tried to regain control.

"Do you want to come in?" she said, trying not to sound flustered. She turned and walked through the door. Woody took a deep breath. He couldn't tell where this was going. All he knew was that he was wandering into a hotel room with a half hung over and half angry Jordan.

Take a breath and hold on tight

Spin around one more time

And gracefully fall back to the arms of grace

The room was a wreck. Clothes were strewn about. Half eaten plates of food were lying around, along with some empty liquor bottles.

"If I knew I was going to have company, I would have cleaned up." She said trying to shove her stuff into a corner. Jordan looked like a train wreck. She had messy hair and bags under her eyes. She just looked worn out. To Woody, she never looked more beautiful.

"Jo…look…" He started, only to be cut off.

"Ok. I have been more than nice. And now, I have something to say and I am going to say it. I was planning on going back, ok? I just wanted things to cool off. I don't need a relationship. I am way too complicated for one of those. I don't think I can handle having my heart broken again. I really don't want to be the one to break your heart. And… I decided I wasn't going to be the 'rebound girl' anymore. I'm done with being the temporary. It has been hard this year. Since, well, Devan, and all, but I am not playing this game. So don't think you can come in here and sweet talk me into anything, Woody Hoyt." Jordan was out of breath. She was pissed.

"Jesus…did you breathe at all when you said all of that?" Woody asked trying to lighten the mood. Off her look, Woody cleared his throat and tried to be serious. Woody began to pace back and forth.

"Ok Jordan, my turn to talk. I know running is natural to you. That it feels right, but you can't run from everything. You need to stop eventually. I know you're scared…but, that is the best part," Woody argued with a half-amused smile. " Love is all about being scared. The adrenaline of not knowing what's going to happen is amazing. You need to trust yourself a little more. You need to trust me, Jo-jo. I'm scared of getting hurt, too. But, what I'm even more afraid of is not taking this chance. I want to live, Jordan. I want no regrets in my life!" Woody was getting closer and closer. Jordan felt her breathing change, just as it had in the hallway only moments ago.

'Cuz I am hanging on every word you say, yeah

Even if you don't wanna speak tonight, that's all right

All right with me

"You would never be just a rebound for me, Jordan. That's what Devan was. I was rebounding from you. I needed someone to fill that hole," Woody confessed to her. Jordan looked shocked. Jordan was still retreating from Woody's advances. Finally, she hit a wall. There was nowhere to go. "See, you can't run anymore, Jordan. This is destiny."

'Cuz I want nothing more

Than to sit outside heaven's door

And listen to you breathing

That's where I wanna be...

He took her face into his hands. "You know what my only regret is." Jordan couldn't speak. She just shook her head 'no.' "Not making you mine years and years ago. I shouldn't of let you get away. And I'm not going to let you evade me anymore." Then, his lips came crashing down onto hers. The kiss was amazing. It was rough and needy, but at the same time soft and tender. There was a yearning for more as they fought for dominance.

When they pulled away, both of their chests were heaving. Woody pushed away a strand of hair from Jordan's face. He began to sing. "I'm so tired. Tired of waiting. Tired of waiting foryou…" he serenaded.

"Farm boy, don't' quit your day job." She managed to get out before enveloping him in another kiss.

Where I wanna be...

TBC...

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