“Now, one more picture.” My mom says with a grin on her face.
I roll my eyes, but still obliged.
“Now we got to go.” Jordan tells my parents and was holding my hand.
We walked off my driveway and Jordan unlocked his car and opened the passenger door for me.
I kiss his cheek as a thank you gift for his kind gesture and then get inside the car and placed my handbag on my lap.
“And here we go.” Jordan says once he gets inside and shuts his door.
I chuckled at this and then posted the picture on my i********:, and Twitter, not f*******: because that’s the only account I have family on and they’re going to be asking me questions about our relationship status and whatnot.
But truthfully, I think we are just friends.
“So, what is for dinner?” I ask him whilst looking at the road ahead.
