Chapter Ten - Crushing on The impossible
Delores Jackson
I rode in the front seat with angry Jordan.
"You're still mad. I don't see the wrong I did, Jordan." I told him honestly and he took in a deep breath, looking ahead.
"I am not mad."
"Oh yes, you are, look at your painful grip on the poor wheel." I pointed when I saw his knuckles turn white as he gripped the steering wheel.
"Why did you take so long?"
"I met someone today. A very handsome guy who lived in the woods."
"A guy who lived in the woods?"
"Yes. He says he lived in the city but I don't believe him."
"Delores, are you sure he isn't a lunatic?"
"Of course not. He looked sane and very handsome." I bit my lower lip when I remembered his tone abs when he took off his shirt to go for a swim.
I saw Jordan take a glimpse
