A test of Love by Navaura Campbell (ereader with android txt) 📕

nestled in between his legs, he whispered, "Sit down Denise." Immediately her body obeyed what she wanted so desperately to deny. A drop to her knees and she was kneeling in front of him. She averted her gaze from contacting with his eyes. He grasped her chin, "De-De, please, look at me."

His voice held plenty of emotion. Denise's eyes went to his. She stared into those shiny dark emeralds with awe. Why did they have to be so beautiful. "What are you jealous about?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "It's not that important."
Jordan cleared his throat. "If it's bothering you, then it is."
Denise sighed, "Whatever."
Jordan smiled, "Did you want me all to yourself for a while?" Jordan teased.

Denise's body temperature increased, leaving a full blush to her features, showing a radiant glow. Jordan's eyes took in the flushed face and natural pout to her lips as she just stared at him, her wide brown eyes sparkling. He swallowed and ran his fingers over her face, outlining each feature carefully. Her eyes told him things that she didn't want to voice out loud. Things that made his body feel as if it'd been shot up with the latest hit of endorphins. Inhaling sharply, he ran a thumb over her lip, feeling its tenderness. In a soft whisper, he stated, "Denise Calloway, there's no need to be jealous. You know my attention's always focused on you. If not in the forefront of my mind, then certainly in the back. He'd ran his hands around her mouth in circles about three times and watched her reaction as he did this, long thin lashes swept down to her cheeks at the close of her eyes, breathing became laborious, "Baby," His voice was so soft, she'd almost lost the word. He pulled her up into him.

Denise's brain screamed stop, but as usual, her heart pulled her closer to him and she didn't object to the gentle pull of her form. When his lips were just centimeters from hers, she felt the breath of his mouth, the sweet scent tantalizing, "You still have my heart, Denise." He whispered. She felt the loud thump in her chest. Without saying another word, his face leaned into hers and graced her mouth with a soft touch.

Immediately, her mouth responded back, gently caressing against his. More pressure applied, made the flutters in her stomach turn to sparks, that resonated through out her entire being. He caressed her cheeks, as his heart pounded wildly in his chest, while his mouth fed off her sweet, delicious scent. Denise tried to tell herself to slow down, but the feel of his mouth against hers brought so many memories flying in at once. Their first kiss, which greatly multiplied into many, the first time he'd ever grazed her body with those lips, even the hard angry kisses he'd delivered over time, all of those reflected a part of him.

She unknowingly reached up around his neck and pulled him into her, just so she could deepen the kiss. There was no tongue action, this was not a kiss of passion, each push of his mouth against hers, only built up memories, emotions and decreased the tension they'd been building between them since he got here. She felt her soul come alive within her, stirred to life by the man who seemed to give it purpose, a reason to live. After a few minutes, their mouths feeling as if they wanted to fall off, she swallowed and looking him in the eyes at close range, she whispered, "Why didn't you tell me some of the things you told Vicki?" He licked his lips, feeling the pain began to weigh in his heart, "Sometimes, Denise, it's easier to tell her, when I'm not in love with her. She's like a little sister to me, and I always feel like I can talk to her." This brought tears to Denise's eyes. She ran her fingers along his neck, "Why can't you tell me what happened there? I want to know, Jordan. I want to know what helped you get passed this. What helped you get past Us."

Jordan shook his head, "I didn't get past us, I'm just able to live with the idea that we may not be together now. I can live with the idea that we have both hurt one another as well as ourselves over the years. I can live with the fact that you and I had a child together and we lost him together." He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. These were things he never wanted to tell her. These were things he wanted to keep only to himself.

Denise's heart swelled with that familiar ache she felt when ever thinking of him. She wanted to be closer, she wanted to know about him, get to know him again. She wasn't even sure how long that would take, but knew she wanted too. She wanted anything and everything that had to do with him. Inhaling sharply, she whispered, "Tell me, baby. I want to know."
Jordan's cheeks reddened when he thought of the three girls he'd tried to replace her with, each girl turning out to be a bigger mistake than the last. "Denise...I..." He struggled against himself. Denise shook her head no. "Baby, don't close me out, I want to know."
Jordan closed his eyes, "You are not the only girl I've been with, Denise."
Denise closed her eyes, feeling as if a heavy weigh had been dropped on her. Swallowing the lump that seemed impossibly large, she gasped, "I want to know."

Ignoring his own tears, Jordan began his story, "When I left here, I was a wreck. I was invited to Tanya's and Andrew's place to stay for a while, and did nothing but party and smoke. Not cigarettes, but weed. How I got to doing that, I met this girl named April, she talked in the same animation you did and she wore clothes that I could see you in. Plus, she didn't seem to have a problem speaking her mind. We chit chatted for a little while and then she asked me if I wanted to go to a party. I said yeah. She and I went to the party and I slept with her that first night. That was something I hadn't ever done and I liked it.

"I liked her because there was no emotional attachment between us. She never pried, she never asked anything about me or where I was from. There were no questions. I thought it was just a casual thing you know, just a fling. Well, she would pop up at the house from time to time. Not really tell me anything, just come by. I was ok with that, but Tanya and Andrew didn't like that. They thought she was nasty, dirty, but me, all I could see was long black hair, equally dark eyes and a nice tanned body. So, I allowed this to continue, till one day, I went to her house and found out she was married with a daughter. Her husband was a drunk and all she did was leave the baby with a sitter. When I saw this, I left her alone. She didn't like it, she told me she'd leave her husband for me. I told her no, don't do that, because I didn't want to be with her. She just got angry and started accusing me of thinking she wasn't good enough for me." Jordan exhaled and glanced up at her, to see attentive eyes on him, full of compassion. This Denise he had a hard time believing could exist. Sighing once more, he continued, "That lasted about a month."

I met this girl named Carene and she was bookish just like you. She always had her head in something. I met her one day at the park. There was something in the way she sat their on the bench, looking at that book that reminded me of you. I loved the way she seemed to be paying such hard attention. So, I sat beside her and started up a conversation. Her replies were one worded. Becoming more emboldened, I asked her for a pen. She gave me one after looking at me like I was crazy. So, I grabbed the book from her, wrote my number in it and told her to call me. She just stared at me, not really saying anything. I smiled at her, and the next thing I knew, she was calling me. We hung out a few times, were intimate and well that's when I was introduced to weed. She'd been smoking it in a public restroom when we met up one day. I smelled it on her clothes when she came out. I asked her what the hell she was doing. She said, oh relax, it re leave my stress, so that's why I smoke it. I smoke it in either blunts, or roaches. Never a lot.

"I became curious, tried it and found that it did release a lot of my tension and I didn't think about you so much. So, I began to smoke it whenever Carene and I had sex. It worked, at least I thought it had, till she asked me who you were one day. I said, why, did I accidentally call you her? She said, no you said her name in your sleep. I told her it was none of her business. After that, between her obsession with finding out who you are and her change in attitude, she became very clingy, I left her alone. I had too. She was smothering me.

"The third girl, Phyllis, Ironically enough, reminded me of you in a bad way. She was the type that liked guys because of what they could do for her. I found out she had more than one lover. That I was just another dip in the pot for her." He stated. Denise listened for any type of sign that he still wanted these girls, forlornness, but came up empty handed. They'd been decoys. Sighing, she cleared her throat, "That's not too bad I guess." Jordan smiled, not believing his ears. "Really? You're willing to be in love with a guy that has slept with three other girls besides you.?"

Denise smiled, "Wasn't it you who said that you couldn't choose who you love? I mean, you were looking for me through them and although that's a dumb thing to do, I really have no say as to what goes on in your personal life. It's not like you cheated." He licked his lips, staring her in the eyes, "It feels like I have."
Denise raised both brows and whispered, "Well, you haven't. Don't think that. You may have been wrong for trying to convince yourself those girls were me, but there's no rules against pretending."
Jordan grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into a tight hug, "Thank-you, Denise."
Denise smiled, "Thank-you too, Jordan."
Together they stayed that way, till her mother called them down for dinner. Almost like old times. Chapter Six