Page 28 of Missed Notes (Rixon High 5)

Seize the moment.The words rattled through my hazy mind.

I was drunk. Enough to giggle when Jordan carried me through the kitchen into the huge living room where most people were dancing. He lowered me to the floor, and I turned in his arms.

“Fuck, you’re hot.” He toyed with the ends of my hair, one hand anchored around my waist. “It’s a real shame you’re Bennet’s sister—”

“Twin sister,” I corrected.

“Shit, so kissing you would be like kissing him, huh?” Mischief sparkled in his ice-blue eyes, sending a shiver down my spine.

“We’re not kissing,” I stated with a smirk.

“No? But it would be so fucking good.” Jordan tugged me closer, our bodies pressed together while his hands slid down to my ass. “This okay?”

I nodded, lost in the way I felt cocooned in his arms. My eyelids fluttered as he moved us to the heavy beat. Boy had moves, rolling his hips and grinding up on me. Sweat trickled down my back as we lost ourselves in the music.

He dipped his head, brushing his lips over my bare shoulder, tasting my skin and I dove my fingers into his hair, loving the way his mouth felt.

“Yeah, not sure I can stop,” he rasped, his voice thick with desire.

For me.

Jordan wanted…me.

Because I was hot and sexy and of all the girls here—and there were a lot—I’d captured his attention.

Liquid confidence coursed through me as I threw my arms around his neck and pressed closer.

“Feel that?” he whispered, his lips moving closer to my mouth. “I’m rock fucking hard for you.”

He rolled his hips and I felt him hard and thick at my stomach. Heat blossomed inside of me, making my stomach curl.

I’d never danced with someone as bold and brash as Jordan before. Unapologetic and more than willing to go after what he wanted.

“Kiss me,” I breathed, touching my head to his, gazing into his heavy-lidded eyes.

“Bennet won’t like—”

“I don’t care about my brother. And I don’t need his approval.”

“Shit yeah, okay.”

My body trembled as Jordan cupped my face, his fingers sliding over my jaw to angle my mouth right where he wanted it. But the second his lips touched mine, my head spun.

And not in a good way.

“Whoa there.” He gripped my shoulders as I swayed. “You good?”

“I… I don’t feel—” I yanked out of his hold, panic slamming into me as the room began to close in on me.

Breathe, Sofia. Just breathe.I tried repeating the mantra over and over as I stumbled through the sea of bodies, desperate to get out of here.

Usually, when the world spun, I woke up on the floor in a heap of confusion and embarrassment.

This was different.

You drank too much.

Maybe I had gone a little overboard. But I’d needed to get out of my head. It was too much. Dr. Peters’s life-changing news. The lies and secrets. The overpowering fear I felt every time I let the word sneak into my mind.

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