JORDAN'S P.O.V
I listened to the shower for the longest time, my chest lightly thumping in my chest, my lips shcked in between my teeth. The shower went off, and I swallowed, my chest heaving as I braced myself for his daunting, yet magnetic presence. Soon enough, he walked out, a towel wrapped around his waist.
I held my breath as he came around to me, then flashed me a small smile before turning away.
I watched his back, then straightened, struggling to find my voice.
"How did you get burnt?" I asked slowly. My eyes rested on his back and slowly darted to his profile.
He shrugged. "It was an accident."
"An accident?"
He nodded, then slowly turned to me. "You look a bit worried."
I lowered my eyes, then sighed. "I went to see your mother today."
"And?"
"She threw a tantrum upon
