Mia almost felt guilty for asking, but that guilt was quickly swallowed up by anger as she said “What an absolute…”
“Bitch? Yeah,” Jordan laughed.
“I can’t believe she’d do that to you. She reminds me of my mom. I’m so fucking glad she’s in jail. But either way, I’m really sorry,” Mia said.
The flickering lights from the television bathed her face in warm blue spots. They seeped into her eyes and amplified their natural hazel glow.
“It’s over and it’s dealt with. I’ll probably never have that family I’ve always wanted, but it’s time to start over,” Jordan nodded his head as he spoke, giving Mia a comforting smile.
She returned the smile with twice the delivery, looked at her lap, then back at Jordan.
“I mean, isn’t that kind of what we are? You know, a family? I mean we look out for each other, eat together, both equally hate the same people,” she said, tapping her knees.
They gazed at each other for what seemed like minutes. A tender shiver of compassion rippled through both of their bodies. They were looking in the face of someone who had also lost the very pillars on which their lives seemed to stand. Her words danced in Jordan’s mind and embraced his darker thoughts, calming them down. He had almost forgotten about the previous ‘encounter’ entirely. Camgirl or not, Mia was the only family he had.
“Does that mean we’ll start hating each other eventually? That’s what families do right?” Jordan laughed.
“Well, let’s enjoy it while we can,” Mia whispered, swinging her upper body around.
Mia threw her arms forward and warped them under Jordan’s shoulders, burying her left cheek into his firm chest. The edge of his short beard tickled Mia’s forehead as she smiled. She took a deep breath of air filled with Jordan’s masculine scent mixed with cologne.
Such a manly scent. Why does this feel so familiar? Mia thought.
Jordan was puzzled at first, but quickly warmed up and returned the favor by wrapping his arms around her warm back.
She’s got so much energy even though her body’s so small. How could they leave her alone to fight like this? Jordan thought.
His arms covered her petite back completely, while the muscular fingers of his hand gripped at her shoulders. They shared each other’s warmth a minute, before slowly pulling away. Without saying another word, the two returned to their original positions and continued to watch the movie.
Reina and the antagonist met up together once more, but instead of fighting each other, the sexual tension went through the roof. Literally; the two, who were using intimacy to lure the other into a trap, were on the rooftop of a café having R-rated sex.
Uh oh, Jordan thought.
It was going to be a short scene, but Jordan had completely forgotten it even existed until then. Frantically, he rushed for the remote to skip a few minutes ahead. Mia snatched the remote from his hands and shook her head as she furrowed her brow.
“Hey, hey, no skipping. The story was just getting interesting,” she said, smiling as she turned back to the T.V.
Jordan sighed and tried his best to sit through the intense scene. Reina was bent over the balcony railing above the café in front of a busy road. The evening darkness, pillars, and flowers blocked all the intimate bits, but there was no hiding the slapping sound the two created as the antagonist drilled into Reina.