HIS SCENT IS A MOON LIT LIE

Chapter Sixty Four

Elara's POV

I waited.

Pacing the living room back and forth, checking the time whenever I heard the sound of a car, or at least any sign that my mum was finally home.

But nothing. Just complete silence.

When I asked Dad where she was, he told me with a casual shrug that she was at some kind of reunion with her old friends.

Reunion my foot.

At first, I wanted to believe that, but then my gut said otherwise. After everything I had seen today, the people she was meeting with, their black clothes, the secrecy, the chase, everything overwhelmed my thoughts.

I had planned to confront her.

All of that was bottled inside me with nowhere to go.

Nowhere.....except to Jordan.

He seemed to be the only one that had a way of coming the storms in my head. I found myself throwing my hoodie on, tightening the laces of my sneakers and carefully making my way out the front door, without alerting my brother and dad.

My heart raced extremely fast, but it was not just because I was sneaking out, but because I was unsure of Jordan's reaction after everything that had happened with me and Adrian.

Once I was outside, the cool breeze sent goosebumps on my skin. My eyes darted to the low fence at the side of his house and without hesitation, I climbed it, my palms stung against the rough wood causing me to choke out a small bitter cry but it did not stop me from moving.

His window was just a few feet above, I leaned close, peeking right through it.

There he was.

Pacing, his silhouette moved back and forth like he was lost in his thoughts. He looked just as troubled as I was and I could not help but wonder if he felt that way because of me.

Guilt washed over me, I raised my hand and tapped gently on the glass.

He froze.

Immediately, he turned, his body shifted into a defensive stance like he was already expecting danger. My breathing became hitched, I was scared that I had maybe startled him too much but when he took slow steps towards my direction and his eyes finally landed on my face, his expression changed.

There was a moment where shock was written on his face, then disbelief, and then something softer, if I was not mistaken... relief?

"Elara?" He called out my name, almost like he was not sure I was real.

He slid the window open hastily.

"Can I come in?" I whispered.

Without answering, he reached forward, taking my hands gently and helping me climb in. The feeling of his touch on my bare skin made my heart flutter.

As soon as my feet reach the ground, he rushed to the door of his bedroom and locked it.

"What are you doing here? You scared me." He snapped at me, leaning against the door.

"I-I am so-rry, I did not mean to scare you." I stuttered, my voice barely above a whisper. "I just....needed to see you."

His eyes searched mine, trying to understand or maybe even trying to hold back his emotions. "Why? Why now? I thought you were with Adrian..."

I flinched a little at the sound of his name, i could sense the bitterness in Jordan's tone as he called out Adrian's name. "I was but it is not what you think it is."

Jordan remained quiet so I took as an opportunity to continue.

"I waited for my mum to get home so I could talk to her but she did not show up and I could not sit still. I could not think either, all i wanted was to see you." I ranted.

Jordan softened a little.

"I should be mad at you. I have every right to be." Jordan's tone was cold.

"I know and I am sorry you had to see us like that."

"You do not understand how much it messed with my head, seeing you with him. You have no idea how hard it was." He mumbled.

"And you have no idea how hard it was to let you."

He looked at me then, not just plainly but deeply. I felt it, a pull, a connection, that invisible thread that always drew us back to each other no matter how far we ran or how deep we were hurt.

I stepped closer too. "Jordan, I do not want to lose you." The words slipped out of my mouth. Jordan moved closer too.

"You won't, I am never going to let that happen." He said, with so much sincerity in his voice.

Then, silence fell between us, although it was not awkward, it was just heavy with things unsaid.

His hands brushed mine and my breath hitched.

For a long moment, we just stood there, his forehead still resting against mine, our hands brushing.

The world around us faded. The fear, the confusion, the questions, everything I had been feeling, they all paused, just for this moment.

"I know I should have told you." My hushed whispers broke the silence. "About Adrian, about the plan, i was just so confused, I just wanted to monitor my mum and Gabriel, to understand everything and right now I feel like an i***t because I may have just lost your trust."

Jordan pulled back slightly, to look deep into my eyes. "You did not lose my trust Elara. Maybe you shook it a little but it does not totally mean you lost my trust."

I flashed him a sad smile. "Still, I feel like I hurt you."

He was quiet for a second, his thumb caressed my cheeks gently. "It does not matter anymore Elara."

"I am scared Jordan, I do not understand any of what is happening anymore. My mum, us, my missing grandfather, Adrian, all of this is so confusing." I admitted.

Jordan flashed me a reassuring smile. He did not reply with his words.

His hands slid down to my waist, pulling me into him. His lips brushed softly against mine, so passionately it made my knees feel weak.

In that kids, I felt everything. The longing, the reassurance, the unspoken promise, the love and.....

The powerful bond we shared.