Jordan’s lips went from Jezebel’s lips, to slowly shifting over to her pulse point on her neck - knowing her body better than his own despite the two years apart. Anyone who saw them outside wouldn’t be able to guess it had been two years. From the way they talked to the way they easily fell into each other’s bodies. After a few seconds, Jordan cupped face and brought his lips back to hers - wanting to kiss every inch of her. Every inch that he severely missed. He could have done it forever. Though, it was evidently clear that it would never happen… after all, no matter how Jordan wished for it, time never truly stopped.
“F^cking h^ll”
Jordan felt Jezebel pulling away, her porcelain skin contrasting her red bruised lips and slight marks on her neck as she looked over to Mikel Lucas with a painful expression on her face that only broke Jordan’s heart. He didn’t want to do this to her… to make things harder for her. Jordan’s eyes met Mikel’s for a mere second before he stormed off, and there they stood in complete utter silence. It could have been for a few seconds… maybe a few hours. All Jordan knew was Jezebel was hurt and he didn’t know what he could do to help her. Though a text message on Jezebel’s phone brought her out of her trance of staring at the door… though it didn’t seem to help and if Jordan had to guess, it was likely Mikel.
“You… look cold,” Jordan mumbled, not sure what else to say as he instinctively took his jacket off and placed it over her shoulders. The wind seemed to grow stronger while they were out there, though neither had noticed as they had been distracted. After a few seconds, taking a deep breath - Jordan walked back in front of her with a sad smile. “Go after him… I know you want to,” Jordan mumbled, even though it hurt him to say. With that he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead and sent her a soft smile.
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