Thirty

I don't want to look at Jordan when I tell the truth. Saying a few things about what happened between me and his cousin. I dare not do that, I'm afraid.

I was afraid of Jordan's anger, and I was afraid to see the condescending look he gave me. I had given up on what Jordan wanted about our relationship. But if I were him, then I'd break off the relationship, and then leave without ever wanting to see myself again.

The empty silence that had lasted for a few seconds was terrifying to me. I took a breath, and let it out with all my might in my tight chest. "I'm not asking you to forgive me, Jordan. I'll accept it if you want to end our relationship."

"Motherfucker."

I turned around in surprise at his cursing, and now what I saw in my eyes was his stiffened and hardened face. The anger can be seen clearly. I didn't know what else to say, so I took a breath and started talking again. "I'll give you time to think about it."

Jordan turned his face away from me again.

After steadying myself,