- towards the stairs. "Go get something to eat, @WailsOfABanshee. We'll start again afterwards."

- himself. @WailsOfABanshee was intoxicating.

He kept emerald hues trained on @WailsOfABanshee's backside as she walked into the bathroom, looking away as she closed the door. -

- He laid back on the bed after kicking off his shoes, leaning his head on @WailsOfABanshee's pillow. It smelled of the sweet perfume -

- that Lydia regularly wore, and it was as comforting as it was familiar. He was pretty sure that he had felt @WailsOfABanshee's hand -

- brushing against his crotch when they were training, though he shrugged it off. It was most likely accidental. [@WailsOfABanshee]

He glanced up, about to answer when he saw @WailsOfABanshee wrapped in a towel. He licked his lips, before he loudly cleared his -

- throat. "Yeah, I'm comfy. Thank you, Miss Martin." He nodded slowly, before he slid off the bed and stood up. He - @WailsOfABanshee

- pointed towards the door, looking into @WailsOfABanshee's eyes. "Do you want me to wait outside while you get dressed?"

He turned back around when @WailsOfABanshee allowed him to, glancing down at the shorter female. "You look good." He gestured towards -

- the door again, before he spoke. "Do you want me to go and get some food for the two of us? There's a burger place - @WailsOfABanshee

- not too far from here. Or we could go out somewhere." @WailsOfABanshee

Jordan raised a thin eyebrow, before nodding stiffly and reaching up to clip @WailsOfABanshee's bra shut. He allowed his fingers to -

- linger on the clasp for a moment, before he dropped his hands. "I'll go wait downstairs, @WailsOfABanshee." He stepped out of the -

- bedroom, grabbing his sweatshirt but leaving his sweaty t shirt on the bed. He headed down the stairs, pulling the - @WailsOfABanshee

- sweatshirt on. @WailsOfABanshee

Eye roll. #bbl