Mia's POV
I knew realistically that Jordan most likely would never get to drink the hot chocolate. It would probably go cold before he got the chance. I just wanted him to see it sitting next to him with a twizzler when he woke up. It might not do anything, but I'm hoping it will make him think of me and that time we shared together.
The room was empty when I entered it. It was just Jordan and I. I'm not sure where John's mom went, but if she felt Jordan was a danger to me or anyone else, i doubt she would have left him.
He looked so peacful in his sleep. He didn't look so distraught this time around. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to trace my fingers on his cheek again or run my fingers through his hair. I just wanted to feel him against me.
I was getting more emotional knowing tha
