Chapter 4

Angela's POV

"Do you always hoover over people while they're cooking." Jordan asked looking over his shoulder, as I stood in the kitchen watching him. I couldn't help myself; he looked incredible in a pair of khakis and a black t-shirt.

I moved back to the table and picked up my glass of wine. "Sorry, habit I guess, I always kind of did that with my dad. I think the bulk of quality time was spent in the kitchen, while he cooked."

He stopped chopping vegetables and turned to look at me, pressing his back into the counter; his arms across his chest. "You don't anymore?"

"It's not the same, and now Hallie's always there," I say wistfully, missing the childhood and adolescents I had taken for granted.

"So you're parents are?"

"They tried, but when dad's restaurant got successful, I don't know, I know Hallie was involved."

He nodded and smiled a little, "So what happen to your marriage?" He asked, his intense blue eyes were staring straight into mine.

I turned my head from the gaze and I shrugged, "His inability to keep his scrubs on?"

"He cheated." It wasn't a question,

"Seems to be a trend," I tell him with a small bitter laugh as I take a large sip of my wine.

He doesn't respond at first, like he was debating whether or not he should, he turns back to his chopping, but finally says, "Whatever happened to Graff?" he asks.

I take a big sip of my wine, I feel tears build up behind my eyes, "She died," I say lightly, "Umm she over dosed about 6 years ago, just before I got married."

He stops chopping again and turns, but instead of leaning against the counter he takes a step towards me, "I'm sorry, you guys became friends again?"

"It was easier to forgive her when you were gone, by the point I wasn't even mad at you," I try and smile, but I find it hard to.

His looking intently at me again, and takes another step forward, "I never forgave myself for that, but I hope now, we can move past it," he runs a finger across my chin gently.

"Why did you leave?" I finally ask the question that I had wanted to ask since I saw him the night before, but was to scared of what the answer might be.

"Without you there was no point in staying, you made me want to be a better person. I really didn't think you would have cared."

"Of course I did."

He pulled back then, "Well Jesus Angela you yelled at me about that fucking letter," he raised his voice a little, "Then you stop talking to me all together, and Shane had gotten kicked out, and we decided to do things on our own."

"I just wish you had told me," I say starring at my now empty glass of wine.

"I called a few times, but your mom answered and I kinda chickened out. Now is there anything else we need to clear up, because I want to do it now."

"What do you want from me Jordan."

"What do you mean?"

"I Just don't want to read things that aren't there, like I did last time, I pretty much made a fool of myself over you time and again."

"We were children, and you didn't make a fool of yourself, I was just too stupid to know better," he then was leaning in; he raised his hands, and placed them on the side of my face and then gently ran them into the back of my hair. I knew he was going to kiss me, I always knew when Jordan was going to kiss me.

Jordan's POV

"What do you want from me Jordan," she asks, almost pleading. She looked so damn desirable standing there dressed in a pair of faded jeans, a black tank top and a soft off white sweater. Her blonde hair fell loosely around her shoulders. She wasn't wearing that much makeup, which was my preference, I liked her looking natural.

"What do you mean?" I ask, hoping she wanted to be apart of my life, and that last night just wasn't a lapse in judgment, and I wasn't just the guy she screwed to get over being screwed.

"I Just don't want to read things that aren't there, like I did last time, I pretty much made a fool of myself over you time and again."

"We were children," I say lightly, "and you didn't make a fool of yourself, I was just too stupid to know better."

I leaned into her body and reached my hands into the back of her hair, and slowly brought her lips closer to mine. I always did love kissing her, her lips were soft and she always tasted sweet. I groaned as her tongue played with mine. I let the feel of her against my body wash over me for a moment, but I knew I had to end it, because if I didn't we would be having a repeat performance of last night. I slowly removed my lips from hers, she gently rubbed her tongue across her bottom lip, like she was trying to savor the taste of me.

"I should get back to dinner," I tell her, but my hands don't stray from her neck. I just stand there, like an idiot staring into the green depths of her eyes.

"Jordan," she whispers.

"Yah?"

"Dinner."

"Oh yah," I pull my hands from her and turn back to my stir-fry.

She pours her self another glass of wine. Its only seconds before she says, "So I googled you."

"You what me?"

"You know Google, I typed in Jordan Catalano," she staring down into her glass again like she's embarrassed about it.

"And?" I ask her curious of what she found out about me.

"Your photography is a little more then a hobby."

"What did you think?" I felt like a little kid seeking their parents approval, for some reason her opinion mattered a lot to me.

"The ones on your website are stunning, you have a good eye."

"I started it during the last tour as more of something to do."

"Well it impressed the hell out of me."

"What else did you discover?"

"The black eyeliner, black nail polish was an interesting look."

"Not your cup of tea?"

"No, you still looked hot, but then your you, hot just seems to surround you."

"You think I'm hot?" I ask her. She's now blushing and doesn't answer me. "We didn't want to be another pretty boy band, and they wanted us to go that way in the beginning, but we kept to our guns."

"Well you are kind of pretty," she says with a slight smirk.

"Take that back," I tell her, I feel embarrassed now, my looks had always been tough thing for me to come to terms with, I wasn't vain, but I knew I was desirable to the opposite sex.

"What, you don't like being called pretty?" she asks, with a small giggle.

"No, because I'm not."

"Come off it Jordan, have you looked in a mirror, you are like leading man Hollywood beautiful."

Sorry for the short one...date part 2 should be up tommorrow night...