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Jordan POV

I sat there, staring at him as he sat facing me, trying to think of what to say that would mean the least amount of heartache for me, the least amount of pain, the least amount of awkwardness. I toy with my coffee cup as I try to think. "So." I start and he stares back at me.

I want to just jump into his arms and pin him to the table, feel that kiss again. But I can't, I won't. I won't screw things up between us. "So." He repeats and I stare down into the black liquid in front of me. I can see his face in the reflection ever so slightly.

"Let's just cut the crap, and forget about everything that happened, alright? We've been avoiding each other for the past week and it's driving everyone else insane. Let's just go on and pretend like it never happened, forget entirely about it." I watch his face closely, for anything.

Nothing. Blank, impassive. I can see the wheels turning in his brain, but he shows nothing. I'm fighting not to just tell him flat out that I want to jump his bones, that if it wasn't for that second kiss, it wouldn't have mattered, but no, there was that second, earth shattering kiss that had driven me insane with wanting it again. I wanted to feel his lips on mine, sucking the soul right out of me.

But that means screwing up my friendship. That means taking a risk I wasn't going to take. I meet his dark brown eyes trying to see what if anything, he's thinking, but he just simply nods in agreement. He seemed to agree with it, with no problem. I was letting myself down easy, saving him the trouble of trying to come up with something that wouldn't sound cold or heartless for not wanting me.

"Right. Forget it ever happened." He agreed and I stood up. It was becoming almost unbearable. I knew I couldn't forget what had happened, but I could act like I had, act like it meant nothing, act like I had felt nothing, move on with my life. I've been good at pretending. And if I keep telling myself it was nothing, I'll start believing it.

He starts walking towards the door, trying to edge his way out, trying to walk out before he'd be forced to tell me off, trying to leave before I would embarrass myself more. But I couldn't help it, I had to say more than that, had to tell him something, give him a reason why, not just that I was forgetting about it, tell him it was over. If I told him it was over, I could believe it.

"It was just a one time thing, I had no clue why I did it and-" He cut me off with a hard glare. I was rambling, trying to explain why I did it, both to myself and to him. I wanted to talk myself into thinking that I had no clue why I did it, that it wouldn't happen again, that it was simply something to sate my curiosity.

But I knew why I did it. I did it because he had gotten under my skin in a way that no one else had. I've had men get under my skin before, I've had them make me want nothing else but to drag them to the nearest bed, couch or patch of carpeting, but this was different. It had never been my best friend before, it had never been a man that I had known, that I had something platonic with before.

Every other man to affect me like that had been someone that I had just met and thought interesting. The last man to get under my skin like that was Tyler, he had been the last one to really get to me, make me burn like I was now.

He retreats back to his office and I retreat back to mine. I sit behind my desk staring at the huge stack of paperwork before me, flipping over one file and actually trying to get work done. Boring, mindless paperwork, something to take my mind off of him. Something to get me to stop thinking about those dark eyes and those soft lips...

I shook my head trying to clear the thoughts from my head. No, I couldn't think about this, I couldn't. It was nothing. It meant nothing. It was just a kiss. I've kissed plenty of men before; some of them had been just like that. It was only a kiss, it wasn't going to affect me this way, it meant nothing, he wanted out of there as soon as possible, he didn't want to be around me, he wanted to retreat back to his office and forget it had ever happened.

And I was going to do the same. Sit here and keep telling myself that it was nothing, that it meant nothing. I force my eyes down to the file and contemplate shutting the blinds; I can look up from my desk and see him. But no, paperwork is calling my name; I really should do it, save myself the trouble of being three months behind in it. Throwing myself into that would at least take my mind off of him, off of anything that wasn't related to dead bodies and their files.

I can forget this and I will. I'll just pretend it never happened pretend I don't want him. Pretend that I can't still feel his lips on mine, his hand tangled in my hair. Pretend that I haven't awakened hot and hungry for him every night since he kissed me. Pretend that my mind doesn't conjure him into my bed every night; that I can't imagine his arms around me; can't feel him pressing against me as we……….

Enough! I have to stop this.

A/N- Alright we really need to get these two to talk to each other. Maybe Howard Stiles can help? Oh, Dr. Stiles?