I worried about Mickael too much during the car ride, that I fail miserably to participate in any conversation Jordan tries to start. At some point, he gives up and turn up the music, and I let my mind wander.
I can’t stop thinking about Mickael’s disappointed face when I left the dinner. But Jordan’s face replaces him every time. I keep thinking about what would have happened if Mickael hadn’t entered the enter.
You would have kiss him.
I know I would have let him kiss me. But what would have happened after? Do I want it still?
It was just the spark of the moment. So why do I still wonder what would I do if he tries again tonight.
I keep glancing at him, before remembering that I just gave up on one of my only friends, inside a restaurant where, as a cop, he is not welcome. Jordan s
