ASTRID
I stand frozen in the doorway, my heart hammering in my chest at the sight before me.
I was angry when I left the party, furious, even because Jordan had left without a word. So I came here, to his house, to confront him about it all.
About the mess of feelings swirling inside me. The anger, the confusion about everything, about him, how I feel, and how he makes me feel.
When I arrived at his house, I knocked on the door, hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was a terrible idea.
Before I could overthink it any further, the door swung open, and his housekeeper stood, smiling warmly.
She informed me that he was in the shower and asked me to wait for him. I wanted to, but then I decided to wait in his room.
Immediately, I stepped into his room, I heard a grunt, or more like
