Eloquence

It was time, Andrew decided. This little thing he had with Jordan had been going on for nearly six months. That's half a year. Half of not just any year. It was his senior year of high school. It was supposed to be one of the best years of his life. He was supposed to be partying every weekend, hanging out with his friends and hooking up with every pretty girl that gave him the time of day. With Jordan in the picture, things just weren't that easy. Sure, he had slept with a girl or two in the time that he had been 'with' her, but the sex was horrible and he always felt this over-whelming guilt that made him rush back to Jordan the second he was finished. He wasn't supposed to feel like that! He never cared like that before.

He didn't want to care like that anymore.

Sure, he liked Jordan. She was a really sweet girl. She was beautiful too. With her big eyes and pouty lips and rosy cheeks--He could just stare at her all day, but she started out as a conquest to him. He was never supposed to care for her, like he did when he saw her walking alone at night. His heart wasn't supposed to ache every time he saw that broken look on her face when he did something to hurt her, or her parents were ignoring her again. She had a way of making him smile and laugh, or make his heart kind of swell, while some things she did made him angry or very sad. He never cared enough to feel like that around a girl. With other girls, he never cared enough about their well-being to get angry. They could storm off in anger and walk home alone in the dark if they truly wanted. He wasn't about to go out of his way to do them a favour and walk them home. But with Jordan, it was different. He didn't like it.

His thinking was that, if he slept with her, all these little feelings would go away. He would have finally gotten what he wanted from her. He would have satisfied this craving he had since the night they met in the stairwell.

He wasn't going to be mean about it. He wouldn't just drop her after. He'd still hold her hand sometimes and kiss her if she really wanted him to. He just wanted to be able to go out and get drunk and hook up with other girls without feeling the guilt. And plus, this thing with Jordan couldn't go on forever. He'd be going off to college after the summer.

And he'd be damned if he didn't sleep with her at least once before he left.

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She was wearing his favourite pair of her jeans. Of course, it wasn't intentional, considering the fact that he had never mentioned that he liked it when she wore them. They just fit her so well. They were tight in all the right places, hugging her thighs and calves. Jordan had the nicest bum and hips. They weren't big by any means, but they were well rounded and looked incredible in those jeans.

She left her ankle boots at the door, walking into the abandoned apartment as she removed her pea coat. As she looked from the lit candles set up around the room and the makeshift bed set up on the floor, Andrew's eyes stayed fixated on her backside and he gnawed on his bottom lip.

She turned to him with raised brows, an amused sort of smile on her face. "What's... All this?" She didn't wait for him to answer before she turned away again, setting down her coat as she made her way toward the large, floor-to-ceiling window. Andrew came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"I just thought I'd do something nice tonight..." He kissed the side of her neck, his hands sliding down her arms so that he could lace their fingers. "Come with me. I smuggled some wine from my mother's alcohol cabinet."

"You brought wine?" Jordan laughed, giving his hands a squeeze. "Why wine?"

"Well, I thought tonight called for something classier than jager shots." He explained, pulling her toward the makeshift bed. "Don't you think so?"

Jordan fell onto the bed, her hair splayed out on her pillow and her arms raised above her head. She looked to her left and sure enough, there was the bottle of wine he was talking about and two crystal glasses that he had probably taken from his mother too sitting on the floor by the bed. She laughed, turning her head to look back at Andrew. He was kneeling near the bottom of the bed, looking at her with a different sort of look in his eyes. Her smile faded and she looked at him curiously as he crawled closer. He hovered over her for a second, just looking down at her with his light eyes. Carefully, he let his body slowly lower on top of hers until almost every single part of them were touching. He rested his arms over her arms, lacing their fingers above her head. It was almost as if he was pinning her down, but Jordan didn't feel scared. She just stared up at him curiously.

"What exactly is tonight, Andrew?" Her voice was very soft and Andrew couldn't help but let his gaze fall to her lips to watch them move.

He hadn't thought about how he'd answer that question. He just assumed that he would get her a little bit drunk, he would kiss her very deeply and she would just let him take it where ever he wanted. He thought maybe if he kissed her the right way and touched her the right way, she'd need him just as badly as he needed her. He was mentally kicking himself for not thinking this through. Of course Jordan would ask questions. If there was one thing Jordan did, it was ask so many fucking questions. She was like a child in that way.

"Err, well..." Andrew bit his bottom lip and let out a long breath through his nose. "Jordan, I-Well, I suppose I took you up here to do more than just hang out." Jordan's eyebrows furrowed and she tilted her head to the side. It was her way of asking, 'why?' without asking asking why. "We've known each other for half a year, Jordan. We kiss, we hold hands, we spend a lot of time together and we even share a bed sometimes. I just think that, well, it's time to take our relationship to the next level."

She blinked, looking up at him blankly. "So, you want to have sex with me?" She deadpanned and Andrew let out a small sigh. He knew if he just agreed, Jordan would be angry. He had to make her feel like this was more than just sex. It was her first time, after all. He wanted to at least make her feel special while he stole her virtue. But what he was about to do--Well, what he was about to say, he knew, could end disastrously. Once it was said, it couldn't be taken back easily. Not without causing Jordan to hurt.

"No." He said and he took in a deep breath, as if to prepare himself for his next few words. "I want to make love to you."

Her mouth opened and closed as she tried to find words, but he could see the question in her bright eyes. 'You love me?, she wanted to ask. It was clear as day, but to avoid having to have to sputter out an answer, Andrew pressed his lips to Jordan's, silencing the questions that were racing through her mind.

Either tonight was going to be absolutely amazing, or he had just made the biggest mistake of his life. He wasn't quite sure, but he was definitely sticking around to see how it would all end.