NINETY SIX

NORA

If there was one word to define Jordan Hill, it’s persistence.

He phoned me tirelessly and it was until a point he then stopped. I was relieved. Saddened at the same time.

I pushed him away yet I long for him.

He has been my ‘all’ and now that I lost him, I’m living in losses.

I wanted to betray my words and pick up the phone. I wanted to run back to his arms and tell him I broke us in stupor.

Additionally, with him, I can never be in my right mind. He prompts be uptight yet surge me into comfort at the same time.

I wasn’t about to get over him. Not anytime soon, that too is certain.

“When you’re done burning the kitchen, tell me so I can call the emergency units.” Liam grabbed his car keys off the counter. “If you want us intact, that is.”

I nodded. “I will look into it.”

I recoiled, getting back in my head.

It was no surprise I still have my humor intact. I turned off the gas and wipe at my sweat with the sleeve of my shirt. I was going to try and get over Jordan without