"Just stay the night. You know you can borrow my clothes and anything else you need.â Jordan set his finished beer on the coffee table, rubbing an eye. After all, Nari was the only person that Jordan could be themselves and feel completely comfortable around. âNext time though, weâre cooking real food. Feel like your mom might kill me if I donât at least try to make sure youâre eating well.â It was a teasing remark, smirk on their lips. Not like Jordan ate any healthier. If it wasnât for Nariâs mom stopping by every so often to stock his fridge, heâd probably be living off instant ramen just out of convenience.Â
Reaching to grab another piece of chicken, Jordan froze, head tilted. âSpeaking of... did you tell her you were here?â It was a blessing and a curse, and apparently, alcohol was no deterrent when it came to his senses. Everyone had a unique scent, and there was no denying that Nariâs mom was near. Jordan shuffled around for the remote, backing out of Netflix and tossing the device back onto the couch. âUhâI got the beer. You sure your mom doesnât have telepathy or something?â He made an attempt to start cleaning up some in what little time they had before her mom reached the door. // @eeclatanttâ













