Mistaken For A Guy

Chapter Twenty-five

  
Sam Lewis 💦

     "What's your favorite color?"

"Blue."I said in a heartbeat.

Then I stopped him before he could ask another,"my turn. Love or trust?"

"Gee, I thought we were starting with the basics."Jordan rubbed his jawline.

I quirked my right brow.

"Okay, I'll go for trust."

"Why, you don't believe in love??"

"Woah, I do. It's just trust for me. Trust is deeper, from my point of view."

I nodded, studying him intently.

"Anyway, my turn." Jordan strained a smile,"what's your biggest fear?"

My biggest fear?

I hummed, drumming my fingers on the table.

"Fear of being molested or sexually assaulted."

That has been my fear since I can remember. Idk why.

   Jordan was silent for a while.

"Not meaning to be nosy but have you...?"

I immediately shook my head.

"Naah. I had a friend who got molested by her uncle when we were kids. Considering I also stayed with my uncle, I just got...got scared altogether even though I knew my uncle wouldn't do that at all."

Jordan seemed to have caught on something but he didn't mention so I didn't press it.

I cleared my throat awkwardly,"what's your biggest fear too?"

     "Losing my loved ones."he replied with a saddened faraway look.

I placed my hand over his, offering a comforting smile. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, as he glanced down at my hand then he ripped his hand off fast like he had been burned.

I tried not to look affected. I'm feeling like rejected goods right now.

  "What's your spec?"Jordan asked after a while, finger quoting the spec.

I bit on my nail, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Why, you planning on finding me a prince charming maybe?"I waggled my brows suggestively.

    "Oh yeah,if you want me to."he smirked, maintaining eye contact as he sipped his choco-berry mint smoothie.

It made me miss my smoothie.

I sunk lower into my seat, my eyes following the movement in his straw into his soft mouth.

   Okay can somebody hit the back of my head?

Jordan caught my gaze and flitted at my empty cup.

Before I could process, he had chucked out his straw, replacing it with mine instead and then he brought his smoothie to my face.

I looked at him and back at his smoothie cup in confusion, my head bobbing up and down, up and down.

"W-what?"

He made an alluding expression with his eyebrows.

   "Y-you want me to drink your smoothie?"

    "Mm-hm."

  "But... how?"I mentally smacked myself, what I really wanted to ask was why.