I never thought Jordan would look at me like that.
He snapped out of it, his fair, handsome face tinged with regret. Lips pressed tight, like he was muttering something under his breath, then pushed himself up with the crutch, looking at me full of guilt.
“Sorry,” he said, voice low, “I told you I’d take things slow, but just now… I lost control. Did I scare you? I won’t do anything like that again. Please don’t be mad, okay?”
Yeah, I’d been startled. My nerves were all over the place. Mentally and physically, I still wasn't ready for that kind of closeness. My brain was screaming we were still just friends.
But then again, stuff like that isn’t too over-the-top for a couple, is it?
Especially when we’ve known each other forever. I mean, maybe we’re moving at a normal pace
