Jordan's POV I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling of my office. The paperwork in front of me might as well have been written in another language for all the attention I was giving it. My mind was elsewhere– on her. Marissa. It had been a little over a month since the party, since that moment in the garden when I’d kissed her, and still, I couldn’t get her out of my head.It wasn’t just the way she looked, though God knows she was stunning. It was the way she carried herself. It was her personality. She was strong, independent, but with this quiet vulnerability that made me want to protect her. She was a puzzle, one I couldn’t figure out, and it was driving me insane.The other night, when I'd dropped by at her house to apologize, the tension had been thick enough to cut through with a knife, but I'd felt it: the attraction.The other night too at my mom's birthday party, I felt it. For a moment during that kiss, she'd let her guard down. She'd let her hand roam over my
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