Love Is Deaf, Not Blind

I love the feeling of being in Jordan’s arms. I’d know him most of my life but he’d never noticed me before. I’m the perfect size for his him, the top of my head tucks nicely under his chin.

I love the warmth that radiates from his him, his smell of car oil, and the moment before summer rain but most of all I love the feeling of safety in his arms.

I feel him talk and look up at his full lips, “-ready to go home?”

I shake my head not wanting this moment to end.

“Would you like to get a hot chocolate or something?”

I nod he lets me go but takes my hand and leads me down the road to his car, a reddish colored 1999 Peugeot 306 N5.

His hand is just like I imagined it, rough callused and warm, very warm. He opens the passenger door and I slide in, he closes the door behind me.

He turns the heater on and I notice that I’m shivering, but I don’t feel cold. I do my seat belt and place my heels on the edge of my seat and wrap my arms around my feet. I’m not shaking as much this way.

I close my eyes and try to lose myself in the rhythm of the car, thinking of nothing.

I fell the light touch on my bare shoulder and open my eyes and look into Jorden’s green ones.

“Starbucks okay?”

I nod and go to open my door but Jordan grabs my shoulder. “Take my jacket.” He shrugs out of it and holds it out, I hesitate for just a moment before taking it. I pull my arms into the too long sleeves.

’Thank you.’

I climb out, Jordan’s scent filling my nose as I wrap my arms around each other, feeling the rough scraps of my palms against my shoulder.

Jordan wraps his arm across my shoulder and guides me into the 24 hour Starbucks. I notice the clock on the wall and try to calculate where all the time went. If the clock was right and I was assuming it was the time is 1.45 am. Caleb and I had left bowling at 8 pm? I couldn’t work it out.

Jordan order’s our drinks and pulls me over to a seat at the back of the store away from the windows.

“Can you tell me what happened? You looked…still do petrified.”

I try to speak but can’t find my voice, I take a deep breath and try again, “Nothing….I…scared…of…the…dark…and…tripped.”

“I don’t believe you. Did Caleb hurt you?”

“N…No.” I struggle with the simple word. “He…left…me.”

“I know, it was very stupid of him.”

“W…why…did…h…he?”

“He had a family emergency. He didn’t know you left your purse in the car until Jace called him. He went to the restaurant and you weren’t there. We; Jace, Sammi, your mom and I have spent half the night looking for you.” I think he sees the sudden panic look on my face because he quickly adds. “I texted them when we were in the car.”

I breathe a sigh of relief, “Thank…you.” I say as the waitress comes with our drinks. It’s a tall streaming mug with melting whip cream on top and a dusting of chocolate powder.

I wrap a hand around the mug and feel the heat agitate my scraped up palms, but I ignore it. I only just realize how thirsty I am.

I take a huge mouth full ignoring the burn of the hot liquid. The taste of the chocolate was amazing, it was creamy and it’s one of the best hot chocolates I’ve ever had.

“It…is…amazing.”

“The secret is to double the chocolate but doesn’t hurt to use real chocolate melted in full cream milk.” He smiles and it does wonders to his looks, the browny-gold flicks in his eyes seem to light up and sparkle.

“You…seem…to…know…a lot.”

“I work here. This is actually my recipe, before they used chocolate powered with hot water and a bit of milk.”

“Well…it…amazing.” I take another long drink, licking whip cream off my lips.

He laughs slightly ‘Thank you. That brings a smile to my face.

Jordan takes my mind off tonight and makes me forgot what happened. When he finally drops me off, I feel warm and giddy inside. I forget to return his jacket and I sleep in it surround by his warm safe presents.

*** ***

I wake up well after noon the following morning. I clear the sleep from my eyes and see the screen of my phone flickering indicating I have a call. I grab it off my bedside table and notice is a normal voice call from a number I don’t recognize, I don’t bother answering.

I see that I have multiple miss calls and texts. I answer the message from Andrew first.

R u goin bck 2 school Monday?

I don’t no

Ok let me no

Did you want 2 grab lunch or something?

I don’t really feel up 2 it

Ur finger still bothering u?

Not really

Did something happen?

I don’t reply, I don’t know what to say. I reply to Jordan’s text from an hour ago.

Hope u slept well. Did u want 2 meet up?

I slept alright. I don’t feel like leaving the house.

Understandable. I can come there?

sure :)

Ill head over now