Some Kind Of Wonderful

Chapter: Twenty-nine: Thanksgiving and a Trip Down Memory Lane...Part 1

Previously On, S.K.o.W

“It’s a beautiful baby girl!” Isabelle cried looking at the newest member of her family. Marc cut the umbilical cord his violet eyes on his baby girl.

Leila was wincing as they stitched her up as she tore a little while pushing the baby out. Chase was whispering to her quietly taking her mind off the pain while Isabelle and Marc were dealing with the screaming baby.

Chase ran his fingers through Leila’s hair slowly his eyes filled with tears. “You hear that, it’s your daughter?” Leila nodded tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m so proud of you, princess. You did so well.” he said pressing a kiss to her temple.

“Thank you, Chase,” she said her voice raspy from the screaming. “Thank you so much for being here.”

Chase took a hold of her hand. “Are you kidding, thank you for making me a part of this, I’ll never forget this moment...ever.” he admitted.

Leila met his eyes and smiled tiredly. “You had to be a part of it.” She said squeezing his hand.

“Oh?” Chase asked confused. “Whys that?”

Leila smiled warmly. “Because I want you to be her godfather, Chase,” Chase froze staring at her.

“W-what?” he stammered his brown eyes wide and unblinking. “Are you being serious?” Leila nodded.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Leila said quietly but smiled when she noticed Chase’s eyes light up.

“Don’t be crazy, I would...I would love too.” He said his eyes filled with tears once more. “Oh my god,” He said and looked over to Marc who was standing beside Leila with their daughter in his arms.

“There you go Mommy.” Marc said and slipped the bundle into her arms. Leila looked down into her baby’s sweet face and began sobbing emotionally.

“Oh my god, hi.” she cried and the baby blinked struggling to open her eyes. Leila gasped when the baby’s violet eyes met her blue ones. She looked up at Marc and smiled. “She has your eyes.” Marc looked into her eyes and leaned in placed a lingering kiss to her lips.

“I simply cannot put into words how much I love you Leila. Thank you so much for blessing me with a beautiful daughter.”
Leila closed her eyes when Marc pressed his forehead to hers. “I didn’t do it alone; you did your bit too. And as far as love goes, you don’t have to put it into words, I see it in your eyes, and I feel it in your kiss that tells me all I need to know.”

Marc kissed her once more and they both looked down at the baby girl who watching her parents with hazy eyes and scowl on her face. Marc chuckled. “Look at that, she even scowls like you.” Leila grinned pressing her lips gently to her baby’s head.

Isabelle came up and stood beside Leila, “She’s so beautiful, Leila. I am so proud of you baby, you did incredible.” Isabelle said smiling at her granddaughter. “She looks just like you, honey.” The baby began squirming and let out a shrill cry.

Leila’s eyes widened and she began rocking. “Shh, Shh, Shh please don’t cry.” She said softly.
Isabelle beamed proudly. “I think she’s hungry honey, why don’t you feed her.” Leila looked down at the baby and at her mother.

“Um...?” she mumbled uncertainly. Isabelle chuckled kissing her forehead. Chase slipped out of the room before Leila slipped
out her breast. That was something he didn’t need to see, you know not that he hasn’t seen it before it was just inappropriate.

Leila winced as the baby latched onto her nipple and began sucking on it hungrily. “Ow, is it supposed to hurt?” she asked her mother. Isabelle nodded while gently touching the baby’s fluffy dark hair.

“Yep, it’ll get easier within a few weeks.”

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A little while later Leila and the baby were both cleaned up and moved to a private room to recover and rest.

“Jesus, I thought you were the most beautiful baby in the world Leila but you definitely proved me wrong. Check her out, doesn’t she look just like me?” Jordan said causing everyone to laugh at him quietly.

Isabelle shook her head. “Oh please, could you be any more arrogant?” Jordan grinned at his wife.

“Isabelle, jealousy really isn’t a good colour on you.” he said smirking sexily at her.

Isabelle licked her lips and their eyes locked. “I know something that is very good on me.”

Leila and the boys began groaning. “Oh God, old people flirting.” Jaiden grumbled making gagging noises.

Isabelle and Jordan scowled at him. “Hey, we’re not old. I could out do your stamina twice over boy and not even break into a sweat.” Jordan said arching a brow at his son.

Jaiden chuckled shaking his head. The two began bickering while the others began talking about naming the baby.

“So what are we naming the little one?” Chase asked rocking the baby in his arms soothingly.

Leila and Marc exchanged looks. “Well, we had few names in mind. Marc liked Delilah...” Leila said and everyone grimaced.

“What’s wrong with Delilah?” Marc asked with wide eyes.

Jordan cleared his throat. “Well first of all, she looks nothing like a Delilah.” He said glancing down at his grand-daughter.

“I have to agree with Dad, she’s way too cute to be a Delilah.” Dayne said smiling at his niece.

“What were the others honey?” Isabelle asked her daughter.

“Um, well I really like Melis.” She said and watched every one nod their heads.

“Melis...Melis Quinn.” Jordan said and smirked.

“Actually,” Marc piped up. “It’s going to be Callaway. I hate my last name because it reminds me of my father. I won’t burden
my daughter with a tainted name like that. Callaway’s a well respected name and I would like her to be seen in the same grace as her mother.” Marc said and smiled at Leila.

Isabelle placed a hand on his shoulder. “That’s very considerate of you Marc.”

Marc smiled. “She deserves the best, they both do.” Leila smiled up at her lover and sighed when he kissed her chastely on the lips.

Jordan smiled at his daughter, “Does that mean you won’t take is name if you the two of you get married?” Jordan asked and winced when Isabelle smacked him on the arm.

“Jordan!” Isabelle hissed.

“What, If...I said if.” he scowled at his wife who shook her head.

“Pay no attention to him.” Isabelle apologised.
Marc and Leila laughed. “No it’s fine; I am going to marry your daughter soon. So when we do get married, she’s going to keep her name. I want her too.”

Jordan grinned. “Actually I was thinking Marc could take our name?” Leila said catching everyone’s attention.

“Well, if that’s what he wants then, sure why not.” Jordan said slapping Marc’s back.

Leila smiled gratefully at her father who winked in return. “So all in favour of Melis Callaway, say I”

All hands went up “I” they all said together.

Leila and Marc grinned looking down at their baby girl who was snuggled comfortably in Leila’s arms sleeping peacefully. “Welcome to the world, Melis Callaway.” Leila mumbled and kissed Melis’s tiny head.

A few minutes later everyone began talking amongst themselves and Leila drifted off to sleep, the baby curled up in a ball on her chest.

Marc was the first to walk out with Violet wanting to talk to her about something. Jaiden and Dayne also left after going home to sleep. Isabelle slowly took the sleeping baby from Leila and placed her in the crib beside her mother.

Jordan smiled at Isabelle lulling the baby back to sleep. He wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her into his chest. “How you holding up, grandma?” he asked quietly not to wake either Leila or the baby.

Isabelle smiled looking at Melis sleeping. “I’m great, very proud.”

Jordan grinned. “She’s precious isn’t she?” Isabelle nodded. “I can’t believe how fast the years have passed. It seems like it
was only yesterday Leila was running around causing havoc with Chase.” he said and looked over to Chase who smiled from his position against the wall.

“Actually that was yesterday.” Chase said laughing his eyes set on Leila. Jordan and Isabelle chuckled.

“Where did the years go, Belle?”

Isabelle shrugged. “I don’t know. But I’ll never regret it, not a single second of it.” She said and leaned forward kissing
Leila gently on the forehead. Jordan did the same and the lovers said goodbye to Chase before walking out of the room.

Chase moved over to Leila’s bedside and looked down at his goddaughter. He looked back at Leila and smiled. He couldn’t help the ache in his heart when he looked at her. He was happy for her, and he really had something with Violet but Leila, she was something else. Always would be. He was thankful that she never gave up on their friendship. She still made him apart of her life and made it so he was there with her sharing the most precious moments of her life, just like before when it was just the two of them, and he only loved her more for that.

No matter what happened between them the past year, he knew the one thing he would never lose was the friendship they had. A friendship so strong it could overcome anything. He smiled at the thought of them being eighty years old and still bickering with each other.

“What are you grinning at?” Chase snapped out of his reverie when he heard her sweet voice. He looked at her and smiled.
“Oh, just thinking about our past.”

Leila smiled her tired blue eyes heavy. She held out her hand to him and he took it. Leila pulled him and made room for him so he could lay with her on the bed. He wrapped his arm around her when she let her head rest on his chest.
“Hold on to me and never let me go.” she sighed falling asleep once again.

Chase kissed her head burying his nose into her head. “I’ll never let you go.” He swore once again like he had many times before.

Marc walked into the room followed closely by Violet. She looked like she had been crying but had a smile on her face.
Marc looked between Leila and Chase and smiled softly. “Everything all right?” he asked and Chase nodded.

“Yeah, everything’s perfect.” He said and smiled warmly at Marc. He slowly slipped away from Leila tucking her in silently. He placed a kiss on her forehead and moved away taking Violet into his arms. She reached up and placed a kiss o his lips.

“How you holding up there godfather?” Violet asked smiling at her boyfriend.

Chase licked his lips. “I’m good.” He admitted.

“Great, now why don’t you get this godmother back to your place so we could catch up on some sleep?” she suggested and Chase
grinned. They asked Violet to be godmother, that didn’t surprise him at all; she is Marc best friend after all. Chase and
Violet took off home to rest after an extremely long night.

Three weeks later. Thanksgiving...

“Come on, Jordan, you know its tradition.” Dru said winking at Jordan and Isabelle suggestively.

“Yeah, uncle Dru’s right. It’s not thanksgiving until you and Mom share a past memory with us from the good ol’ days.” Leila said smiling at parents as she leaned further in to Marc’s arms.

The family has just had thanksgiving dinner and now were all sitting in front of the fire in the living room drinking hot cocoa. Leila was sitting on Marc’s lap and Melis asleep in her basinet beside them.

The group consisted of, Jordan’s parents, Kelly, Josh and Kyle. Jordan and Isabelle with their three kids and their partners, Dru and his husband Keegan also Chase and Violet all sprawled around the living room.

Isabelle and Jordan shared a look before grinning. “What did we share with you all last time?” Isabelle asked the group.

“It was the one where you and dad first kissed in the pool.”Leila said her blue eyes sparkling. Jordan chuckled when Isabelle flushed at the memory.

Jordan cleared his throat. “Alright, I got one for you guys this is after that. About three weeks after Isabelle moved in with us...” Jordan began.

22 years earlier.... (Jordan’s P.O.V)

One sunny Saturday afternoon I walked through the front door of my house with Adam in tow. We sauntered through the foyer and made it to the kitchen laughing at a joke I had made earlier.

I smiled when I saw Isabelle sitting on the counter reading a magazine completely oblivious that Adam and I walked in. Kelly was talking on the phone to her boyfriend, well technically she was yelling at him so I guess they were having an argument again.

I grinned and walked passed Isabelle and poked her side causing her to jump startled. She looked up at me with wide blue eyes before whacking me with her magazine. “You bastard, you scared the hell out of Me.” she said with a sexy scowl.

I smirked, “What are you reading that had you so enthralled, hmm?” I asked crossing my arms over my chest while looking down at her.

Isabelle matched my smirk. “Well, Jordan dear, I was reading an article, ten ways to flatten a guys ego.” My brows rose with interest.

“Really, and whose ego dare I say are you trying to flatten?” I asked gazing into her eyes intently. She smiled holding my gaze. I could see from the corner of my eye Adam was watching us with a smile on his face.

Her brow rose and felt my groin tighten. Fuck she’s so gorgeous, I wonder if she knows what kind of affect she has on me. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” She said and slid off her stool.

I quickly grabbed her wrist and stopped her before she walked away. I pulled her back to me her shoulder touching my chest she met my eyes silently questioning me. “I did ask.” I said fought the urge to groan when he smiled sweetly.

Isabelle cocked her head to the side, “Maybe someday, you’ll find out.” She said and winked before she walked away and disappeared out of the kitchen.

I stood rooted in my spot and watched her walk off, her hips swaying with every step she took. I snapped out of it when I felt a slap on my back. “I feel for you, dude.” Adam said shaking his head. “I honestly don’t know how you do it. If I had a girl like Isabelle living under the same roof, I would do her every chance I got. A man can’t help but get a hard on just by looking at her.” he added with a sigh.

I frowned, “Had I not cared about her I probably would have by now, but I don’t wanna hurt her.”I said and chuckled. “She’s knowingly making things really difficult for me, I’m gonna end up catching pneumonia if I continue to take four cold showers a fucking day.” I muttered and heard Adam chuckle next to me.

“Come on, let’s got work out. You look as though you need to free some frustration.” Adam said and shoved me in the direction of the gym.

A few days later I was peacefully asleep in my king size bed, I strolled in at four in morning from a rave. I had quite a bit to drink last night but I didn’t remember shit about how I got home.

I didn’t hear the knock on my door, nor did I hear when it opened quietly and closed with a soft click. I was lying on my front clad in a pair of black Armani boxers. I felt something soft on my face and twitched my nose. I felt it again and this time I was in my ear. I shook my head and turned to face the other way. I could have sworn I heard a giggle but I ignored it.
I groaned burying my face under a pillow when something fluffy brushed across my cheek. “Leave me alone...” I mumbled into my pillow.

I shivered visibly when I felt a tingle run down my back. My body only responded to one person in that way . . . Isabelle.
I turned my head to the side, popped one eye open and looked at her. “As gorgeous of a sight you are first thing in the morning Isabelle, I’m tired. Please let me sleep.” I mumbled and watched as she grinned.

“Sorry, Adonis, I can’t do that. I’m bored and there’s nothing good on T.V either. You’ve been sleeping forever, please wake up.”

I opened my tired eyes and looked at her. “You can’t be serious; you woke me up because you’re bored?” Isabelle nodded.

“Yup, Kelly took off with Josh again, and your parents left earlier on. I’m going stir crazy down there by myself. As amusing as Geoffrey is, I don’t think I can sit through another one of his World War II anthologies.”

Despite my tired and hung over state I grinned. “Can’t you find other ways to entertain yourself for a few hours?” I asked groggily.

“Nope,” She said shaking her head. “I already hit the gym, went swimming, took a shower, caught up on some reading and bugged
Geoffrey.” She said ticking off with her fingers.

“So you figured it would be a good idea to bug me?” I asked with a frown.

“Yes,” she said poking me to wake me when my eyes began drifting shut again. “Wake up.” She hissed.

“Sorry, Is, I’m tired and my head is pounding harder at every second my eyes are open.” I smirked when she began shaking me.

“Jordan, don’t make me take other measures to get you up. I will not hesitate.” She said firmly.

I chuckled and ignored her. I made a noise and heard her huff in response. “Fine, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I groaned when she pulled the pillow from under my head causing my face to smash in to the mattress. I scowled at her and she grinned and smacked me across the head with my own pillow.

“You sleep Nazi, give my pillow back.” I demanded and she arched a brow. I rolled my eyes and shrugged closing my eyes to sleep without my pillow.

“Fall asleep again and you lose the covers.” She said poking me again. When I ignored her she began tugging at my duvet I grabbed a hold off it and wrapped it around myself so she couldn’t take it off. I grinned in triumph when I heard her growl.

“Oh Jordaaaan?” she purred in my ear a minute later. I opened one eye and looked at her angelic face. God how I would love to kiss her right now

That thought got shot to hell when I felt cool icy water run down my back. I gasped and jumped up from the shock. Isabelle grinned widely her eyes scanning my bare chest.

When she met my eyes her smile faded upon noticing the glare I was sending her. I wasn’t angry with her, just made her think I was. She tried to leg it but I quickly snatched her arm and yanked her into me. She shrieked when I lifted her with ease and threw her down on my bed.

“You shouldn’t have done that, Isabelle.” I said holding her down pressing her deeper into my mattress.

“I’m not afraid of you.” She said boldly. Her eyes were screaming with desire and I wanted nothing more than to give it to her.

I wanted to hear her moan and scream my name; I wanted to know if she sounded anything like she did in my dreams.

“Oh baby, you should be.” I said leaning forward our faces inches apart. “Never mess with a hung over man.”

Isabelle narrowed her eyes at me, “I can handle anything you throw at me, I don’t cow away from a challenge.”
Shit, this girl was fucking perfect. Now how the hell, am I supposed to control myself when she say’s things like that?

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Isabelle.”

She smiled. “So you keep saying.” She said her fingers closing around mine as I held her down. I was going to lose my mind if we continued like this.

I pulled together every tiny bit of self control I had left in me and pulled away from her falling back on my bed. The chemistry between us was intense; it had always been since the first day I laid my eyes on her.

“Jordan?” I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at her. She smiled at me and I felt all the annoyance drain out of me.
I rolled over on my side to face her. “You succeeded in waking me up and now because of you I have a killer headache. I hope you’re happy.” I said my voice stiff.

She smiled once again and sat upright leaning her back up against the wall. “Maybe I could help rid that headache of yours?” she suggested and I looked at her.

“Oh yeah how’s that?” I said looking up at her. She placed a pillow behind her back and gestured for me to come closer. I was hesitant and she must have noticed because she grinned.

“Come on Jordan, I won’t bite. Not unless you asked, of course.” She said with an impish grin. I laughed despite myself. “Put your head on my lap.” She said patting her bare thighs. I did as she said and closed my eyes when her slender fingers began running through my hair soothingly.

“Just relax.” She said her voice gentle. Her finger tips came down to my head she began massaging my temples with light pressure.

I let myself go and completely relaxed sighing every time her fingers brushed against my cheeks. A moment later I opened my eyes when I felt her fingers were brushing over my face leaving a trail of fire behind. When she saw I was looking up at her she tweaked my nose and grinned when I gently batted her hand away smiling.

The fingers on her left hand came down and traced my dimple over and over again. “I love dimples.” She said quietly. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from hers. Her right hand was resting against my cheek my own fingers wrapped delicately around her dainty wrist. I pulled her wrist down until her hand was directly above my pounding heart.

God help me...

I closed my eyes and swallowed hard, it wasn’t possible to want someone so much. It hurt; it hurt more than anything I had ever experienced in my life, I wanted to touch her, kiss her and make her mine and it killed me because I couldn’t. Not without going against everything I believed in and betraying my sister.

I was treading on dangerous grounds, being this close to her and not being able to touch her like I long to was doing my head in. I sat up and moved over to the edge of the bed to put some distance between us. I let my head fall in to my hands and I sighed cursing myself for being so stupid.

I heard Isabelle sigh dejectedly and she shifted on the bed and stood up. “I better go.” She said her voice weak.

I nodded and lifted my head to look at her. “Thanks for the massage, it really helped.” She nodded and left my room without as much as another word.

I left after I took a shower. I couldn’t be in the same house as Isabelle when there weren’t people around. I spent the day with Adam lazing around his place playing computer games. My mind however was back at home, wondering what Isabelle was doing. The girl was driving me crazy.

I left Adam’s place a little after seven and arrived home at quarter to eight. I wanted to talk to Isabelle, apologise for giving her the cold shoulder. I stood outside her door for a minute gathering the nerve to knock. Once I did I heard her voice from the other side.

“It’s open.” I stepped in and was instantly greeted with light music playing in background. I gulped when I saw her standing in
front of her mirror fixing her hair. She looked at me through the mirror questioningly. “Jordan?”

“Hey, can I come in?” she nodded and I slipped in closing the door behind me. I let my eyes roam her body and felt my lower region tighten. She stood wearing a pair of white skin tight jeans showing off her shapely behind. On top she was wearing a top which revealed her flat tan stomach, the skimpy material just about covering her breasts but exposing her cleavage tastefully. She had ‘fuck me’ radiating off of her.

“What can I do for you, Jordan?” she asked looking at me through the mirror while applying a layer of clear lip gloss.

“I, uh just wanted to talk to you?” I said gulping.

“Sure, just make it quick.” She said checking over her make-up.
I frowned. “You need to be somewhere?” she nodded.

“Yeah, I have a date.” She said looking through her jewellery box.
I did a double take. “A date, with who?” I asked quickly and watched as she shrugged.

“Just some guy I met at the coffee shop this afternoon.” She said holding up earrings to her ear to see if it matched her outfit. I have to admit that my stomach was twisting with jealousy. “What did you wanna talk about?” she asked looking back at me.

“I just wanted—I was going to ask if you wanted to do something...with me?” I said and watched as her brows rose.

“Oh, sorry, I already have plans. But maybe next time.” She said brushing me off. I scowled.

“Or you could cancel your date and come with me instead?” I suggested. She looked back at me with an arched brow.

“Why would I do that?”

I smirked, “Because, I’m more fun and I won’t be trying to get in to your pants by the end of night.”

Isabelle crossed her arms over her chest and glared at me. “Oh really, how could you judge somebody you don’t even know?”

“You don’t know him either, Isabelle.” Isabelle narrowed her eyes at me.

“What’s this really about, Jordan?”

I sighed, “Fine if you’re going to insist on going out with this guy at least change your top.” I said crossing my arms over my chest.

Isabelle looked down at her top and looked back at me, “And what’s wrong with my top?”

I clenched my jaw tightly. “It reveals more than it covers.” I said keeping my voice taut.

Isabelle placed her hands at her waist and shot me a glare. “And what’s wrong with that?”

I straightened and took a step closer to her. “I don’t like it.” I admitted.

Isabelle scoffed. “Well it’s a good thing you’re not my date then.”

“Isabelle, change that top. You will not be stepping out of this house wearing that. Especially with a creep you don’t even know and definitely not without me being there to keep an eye on you.”

Isabelle’s eyes flashed with anger. “Where the hell do you get off telling me what to do?” she said stepping closer to me.

“I’m only looking out for your best interests. I don’t want you getting hurt, and if you wear that top you definitely end up
getting yourself raped. For fuck sake Isabelle you’re practically wearing neon sigh blinking ‘fuck me’

“Are you implying that I’m some kind of a whore?” she said hotly.

“No, but that’s the message your giving off.” I spat heatedly. “If I didn’t know you and I spotted you out in that outfit I assure you, you would be in my bed quicker than you could blink.” I told her flatly.

“So, what’s wrong with that?”

“I would also discard you just as quickly as I picked you up. I don’t waste my time with girls that have no self respect. Trust me there is nothing more unattractive than a girl who lays it on a plate for you. You are gorgeous, you don’t have to flaunt yourself to get a guys attention.”

Isabelle narrowed her eyes and stepped up to me. “Tell you what...” she said quietly, she was standing so close to me I could smell her perfume first hand. “I’ll make you deal, you take off my shirt and I’ll stay here with you and we’ll do whatever it is you wanted.” She said gazing into my eyes challengingly.

(Lifehouse, Storm (acoustic)...)

Oh shit, what the hell have I gotten myself into?

I could do this I’ve taken off plenty of girls shirts...piece of cake right?

My jaw was clenched so tight the muscles began to throb painfully. I lifted my hand and my fingers brushed against her smooth stomach, I felt a jolt of electricity course through my arm. My breath hitched in my throat when I found the hem of her shirt
My hand trembled, what the hell is wrong with me? Just do it you prick. I swallowed hard looking into her eyes and my hand came to a halt. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t bring myself to take off the shirt, I wanted to so badly but I didn’t have the bottle.

Any other girl I wouldn’t have hesitated, but this girl, I just couldn’t.

So I did the right thing, “I can’t.” I whispered my voice hoarse. Isabelle blinked when I stepped back. With a heavy heart I turned on my heel angry with myself I walked out of her room slamming the door shut behind me.

I hurried to my room down the hall and slammed that door shut so hard it shook on its hinges. I was pacing the room when I heard a car honk outside. I moved over to the window and spotted a black BMW waiting with the engine still running.

I heard the front door shut and Isabelle came into my view, I sighed in relief when I noticed she changed her top and was now wearing a less revealing tank top. At least she paid attention to what I was saying. The driver’s side door opened and a tall blond stepped out of the car a smile on his face when he saw Isabelle.

He said something and Isabelle nodded a polite smile on her face. The guy opened the door to the passenger side and gestured for Isabelle to get in. Isabelle nodded and her head snapped up to look at my window, I quickly moved pressing my back against the wall so she couldn’t see me. The last thing I needed was for her to think I was insanely jealous--well I technically was but she didn’t need to know that.

I saw the car take off down the street and disappear out of my sight. I needed to get away and clear my head, maybe if I didn’t see her for a few days I would somehow get over the spell she had me under. Yeah, yeah that sounds like a logical plan, I’ll go and stay with Adam for a few days, we can drink, I’ll let loose and find a girl to take my mind off Isabelle.

After packing a light bag I took off to Adam’s place. I was currently in his living room pacing up and down, checking the time and wondering whether Isabelle was back from her date.

Adam was smoking at watching me pacing probably burning a hole through his floor.

“Dude, stop with the pacing.” He said with a sigh. “You’re making me fucking dizzy.”

I ignored him running my fingers through my already dishevelled hair. “I don’t know what to do, Adam. I’m going crazy.” I said taking a gulp of my beer.

Adam watched me pace back and forth, “Yeah no shit,” he said taking a pull of his cigarette and blowing out the smoke a moment later. “You didn’t happen to take an E by any chance did you?” he asked his eyes narrowed.

I stopped and looked at my best friend, “No, why?”

“Because, you can’t seem to keep still for a second, dude, listen, why don’t you explain to me what’s going on in that screwed
up head of yours?”

“That’s the thing, man I don’t know. It’s become difficult living at home with her there. I come out of the shower, she’s there. I go work out at the gym I find her on the treadmill her body drenched in sweat. I wake up in the morning and she’s in my fucking room. Everywhere I look I see her there. I don’t know how much more I can take.” I said my voice strained.

Adam gaped at me in disbelief, “Dude, I have told you this a million times over the past two years, you need to screw her
already. If you don’t this thing between the two of you is only going to continue and intensify, eventually either your dicks going to explode or you’re going to end up in the loony bin.”

I frowned. “Isn’t that a little dramatic?”

Adam shook his head. “Have you seen yourself lately, in all the years you and I have been friends I have never seen you so hung up over a girl. It’s been going on for two years Jordan and it’s not getting any better. I was against it before when she was sixteen but she’s of age and you won’t be taking advantage of her. So next time you get the change and the moment is there you pin her against the wall and give her a good few rounds take out all that frustration. I’m telling you man, you’ll feel a hell of a lot better after.”

Well that did sound intriguing, but I wasn’t convinced. “How can you be so sure?” I asked leaning on the wall and looking at Adam who gave me a pointed look. “And I can’t just screw her.”

“Why not, she’s obviously raring to go.” Adam said coolly leaning back in his chair noticing the glare I sent him he shrugged. “I’m telling you Jordan, you wanna end this you gotta sleep with her. She’s not a virgin is she?” he asked and I just looked at with a blank stare.

“How the fuck should I know?” I asked with scowl.

“You never asked?”

“It’s not something you can just drop into a friggin conversation. I could just see that now, ‘Hey Isabelle, nice day we’re
having huh? Oh by the way you would happen to be a virgin would you?”

“Bro don’t give me that shit, you and Isabelle are close, I figured she would have shared that little detail with you eventually.”

“Well she didn’t. What difference does it make anyway if she is or isn’t?” I asked confused.

Adam coughed, “Well, if she isn’t a virgin then you can sleep with her and not feel like a dickhead after for popping her cherry and dropping her.”

“I would never do that to her. I would have to be completely heartless to carry out something as fucked up as that. She doesn’t deserve that, not Isabelle.” I said quietly my heart felt so heavy I thought it was going to snap and fall into a puddle at my feet.

We were quiet for minute until I heard Adam’s voice. “Jordan, are you sure this thing between you two is just sexual?” he asked and my head snapped and I looked at him with wide eyes.

“Yeah, I mean it’s gotta be. What else could it be?” I asked moving over to sit on the couch opposite him. Adam scratched his head regarding me carefully.

“Are you sure you’re not falling in love with her?” I felt like a ton of bricks had been dropped on my head.

“No, of course I’m not. To fall in love with someone you have to have a more intimate relationship and Isabelle and I definitely do not have that. We’re just friends. I don’t know what it is, I like her don’t get wrong, but when I’m around her
all I wanna do is pin her to the closest wall and have my way with her.” I said and sighed at that thought. “I swear it’s like she has the vibe that screams ‘fuck me’ you know?”

Adam grinned bopping his up and down in agreement. “Ahh, the ‘fuck me’ vibe, I was told on many occasions I posses that little asset.”

I snorted, “Really, because all I’m getting from you right now is the ‘slap me’ vibe.” Adam chuckled good-naturedly.

I sighed deeply and let me head fall back on the sofa looking up at the ceiling, the image of Isabelle and I kissing in the pool a week ago.

“So what are you going to do, Jordan?” Adam asked lighting up another cigarette.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. All I know is I can’t carry on like this. We have so much tension between us someone’s bound to pick up on that sooner or later.” I told him.

“Well, my man the way I see it, you have only four options.” When I looked at him questioningly he continued. “First one being, that you screw her and get over it already. Second you get yourself a girlfriend and pray Isabelle will distance herself from you. Third one and I’m pretty sure you’re not going to like this, is that I sleep with her, this will throw you off her.” my eyes darkened and I glared at him menacingly.

“You’re right, I don’t like it.” I said firmly he chuckled. “What’s the fourth?”

“You move out, get your own pad and avoid seeing Isabelle as much as possible.” He said popping his feet on the table in front of him.

“First option would be the easiest, second one isn’t so bad but it’s feasible. The third option is a hell no. Fourth one seems like a good idea but I’m going to be paying rent for a place I barely live in. All the travelling and work it seems like it’s gonna be a waste.” I said taking a gulp from my beer. “I’m just gonna let go and see how it all plays out.”

“I hope for yours and your dicks sake that you take the first option. This has gone on long enough.”

I nodded in agreement. Now, if only I didn’t feel so damn guilty.

A/n-

Hello my darlings thank you for your lovely reviews. I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. I thought I would bring back Isabelle
and Jordan for a few chapters, you know share a few of their past memories together, ones that we skipped. This was just part one, part two will be on the way. This is placed somewhere in between the time Isabelle and Jordan kissed and the trip to the beach house.

A few of you asked some questions. I gather by now you all know the baby girl is named Melis. And no, I think this one is going to be the last of the Callaway family series. Gosh if I continued to write about grandkids and their kids I’ll never be done...lolz (maybe in the epilogue I’ll write about Melis in her teen years.)

I’m glad you all love the Violet/Chase pairing. I was nervous that you would hate it. There will be more on those two and the Dayne/Eyvah/Jaiden fiasco in the upcoming chapters.

I’m not exactly sure how many chapters there are going to be in total. If I had to I’d say about 35 maybe?

Anyway eagerly awaiting your reviews. Thanks!