Jordan's slow and calculated footsteps echoed through the room, resembling the haunting gait of a ghost in a decrepit old house. As he drew nearer to me, he settled himself before me, casually perching with one leg on the bed and the other on the floor. My gaze remained fixed on my book, refusing to acknowledge his presence.
Deliberately, Jordan carefully removed the book from my hands and tossed it aside, desperately craving my attention. I pulled the book back and opened it, but I couldn't concentrate.
"Baby, please talk to me," Jordan uttered softly, his hushed tone causing my heart to skip a beat. Still, I kept my face lowered, steadfast in my determination to ignore him.
