❝𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧, 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐨. 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞.❞
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"What are you doing in my fridge?"
I immediately grabbed my knife strapped to my thigh and pointed it at the person behind me's throat.
"Seriously?" I whispered.
He wasn't even fazed by...
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Placing my hands on his shoulders I gently push him back, breaking the kiss.
I stare up with a smile but it slowly fades. My heart rate slows down as I squint my eyes, realizing who had been in front of me the entire time.
Jordan.
I'm kissing Jordan, not him.
I lick my lips, looking down.
"You okay?" Jordan asks, lifting my chin and I nod.
"I'm fine, I just- I just need to get some air," I say turning around, making my way through all the dancing bodies.
I push open the door, hearing Silvia call out to me.
"Hey what's wrong?" she runs up to me and I spin around to face her.
"I kissed Jordan," I blurt out and her eyes grow wide. She breaks out in a big smile so I continue. "But I thought about Antonio the entire time," I quickly say and her smile fades.
"Oh," she sharply says and I nod. "Fuck," she drops her shoulders.
"Silvia, I don't know what's happening and I don't know what's wrong with me," I quickly say, pacing up and down. "I'm doing all these things with Jordan but I'm thinking of Antonio the entire time and I feel guilty about it. It's as if I'm betraying both of them somehow."
"Well, how do you feel about Antonio?" she softly asks and I take a deep breath in.
"I don't know... I might have a tiny little crush on him," I awkwardly smile as I indicate with my thumb and pointer finger.
"And how does this crush feel about you because we all know how Jordan feels," she asks and I shrug my shoulders, looking down. "Look, Antonio takes what he wants. It's a well-known fact. Trust me. So if he hasn't made a move yet..." she slowly says and I look up to meet her soft eyes. "I'm not trying to hurt you, Nirah. I'm just telling you how I see it."
"No. You're right," I nod.
"Hey," she says rubbing my arm. "Why don't you and Jordan call it a night. Tomorrow - when you're not intoxicated - we can talk about it."
I sigh, feeling the cold air brush up against my skin.
"It's either that or you continue drinking and do something you'll regret in the morning."
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"You're really good looking, Jordan," I mumble as my fingers play with the hair on the back of his neck and he smiles down at me.
"Hm," he hums in response and I adjust my arms around his neck as he carries me out of the car.
"Seriously," I nod and he unlocks his front door. "So good looking," I lazily smile as I stare straight into his chest and he carries me to the guest room where I always sleep. "When did you change your room?" I ask looking around.
