rolled onto my back I felt a sharp pain in both of my shoulders. Shit! I knew that being in that last position I was surely going to end up with rug burns on both of my shoulders. But I didn’t care. Jordan pulled me into his arms and we fell fast asleep in each others arms. I was too tired to concentrate on the pain so I rolled over on my side, I was content and oh so satisfied!
The next morning, neither of us wanted to get out of bed, besides I couldn’t put my legs together and I couldn’t walk. When I did I only got up to go to the bathroom, and I was having a hard time at doing that. Around noon, Jordan got up and fixed me breakfast then it was round four or five, shit I can’t really remember. We slept, then we made love, then slept and made love again the entire day. It wasn’t until the second morning that I could stand on my feet without wobbling. We both felt like we had sea legs. We walked a few steps then we had to sit down. Damn, that was a lovemaking session to remember! I was able to get up and move around a little better on the third day. I had to get up and get myself ready to go home. I finally decided to get out of bed around 6 PM. Jordan fixed me something to eat while I showered and dressed. I hated the fact that I had to leave and decided not to pressure Jordan about his status with his son’s mother. I got myself together, kissed Jordan goodbye, and headed home. Around midnight, Jordan called to say good-bye to me again. His dance company was leaving for Portugal in the morning and he wanted to hear my voice again. We talked briefly then hung up. Never in my life did I ever think I would be into the booty-call thing but, with Jordan, I now had to rethink it.
The senator’s schedule for the next five months was so rigid; I didn’t have time for myself. I couldn’t go to my Sunday night ritual House party or go to the gym. I was on the road more than I was home, and before I knew it, memorial weekend was right around the corner. I was scheduled to work in the State Capitol office for the next few days and then I was on vacation for the next three weeks. I was glad, I needed a break. I desperately needed to get away, have fun, and regroup.
You know, being single isn’t all what’s it’s cracked up to be. For some reason, the past couple of months were harder to deal with than usual. I would find myself short-tempered and stressing out more and more. I frequently felt a void in my life, especially when I thought of Jordan. I wanted and needed the comforts of a man in my life, and I didn’t have that. And I didn’t have Jordan. In fact, I couldn’t find a single man that interested me. So in order to keep myself together, I frequently took trips. This time I had decided on the Cayman Islands. My three days in Albany zipped by without a hitch, and I was back on Long Island and heading home to pack my bags. I was two blocks from my house and on the phone with Sean when my call waiting kicked in on my cell phone. We ended our conversation and without looking, I clicked over to the call. That’s when I heard that familiar sexy, deep, sensual voice whisper in my ear. It was Jordan. “Hi, baby, how are you, how have you been?” he asked. I almost stopped the car in the middle of the street.
“Did I catch you at a bad time? Are you busy?” he asked. “Well, I’m on my way home from work and I have to finish packing, I’m leaving tomorrow on vacation, but I have time to talk with you I said. “Damn, baby, I almost forgot that you go as much as I do,” Jordan replied and laughed. “You’ve been on my mind, and I hope you don’t mind me calling you, but I just wanted to hear your voice,” he said softly. He caught me off guard, and I stumbled over my words. “I’m okay and I miss you too, Jordan,” I said. “So, what’s up with you?”