SEVENTY NINE

JORDAN

Easier said than done, I couldn’t get myself out of the bet Nathan threw forth at me weeks back to trap me.

He didn’t mean it but was going to do it upon my failure, so I did it. I made sure to put him in a tight spot, as I allocated him a task to deliver my letter to Nora.

I am not taking Nora on the date just because my friend pressured me to. I decided to do this because I feel I better grab this opportunity and if Nora and I manage to keep this a secret, trouble might not occur.

I am not a great talker. Making me see low chances of this date been a successful. I promised myself I was going to try.

“Don’t tear her into shreds on your first date. Make sure you postpone it.” I recollected how Nathan and Rodney roared upon my departure, humor oozing off their sentence.

But here I am wondering how I would follow through and get my arousal in check when she’s standing across me looking so gorgeous and eat-able. We can do it out at her gate right? Damn, can this be postponed?