“Does it matter? When we get out of here, things will go back to how they were, anyway.”
Chapter 6
Day Three: Shit Piling Up
Adam
As I mentioned earlier, I may have been a rotten human being, but I was an excellent detective. As such, I detected a few things.
Fact number one. We were in more danger than I’d thought. Not just because of the position we were in, but because of the prison dynamics, which were weird at best. I didn’t like that Santiago had protection from the guards because it made the sticky situation even stickier.
Fact number two. I wanted Crusher dead. Nuff said.
Fact number three. Jordan was acting funny… well, funnier than usual. First, he would turn into a jumping jack every time I stepped into his shadow. Second, he behaved as if I had leprosy whenever I touched him. Third, he was getting ill-timed boners around naked men. Did it mean that one of the gentlemen showering with us caught his fancy? Considering their looks, body odor, and the crime factor, I found it unlikely. It left me with one last possibility. As morbid as it sounded, was it possible that my partner perhaps fancied me? My gut told me I was on the right track.
How did that make me feel? If you’d asked me that last week, I would have said it made me feel like barfing. Or bathing in acid. Or swimming in a pool filled with piranhas. But lately, things have changed. First, my revulsion towards Jordan was gone. Poof. Like a fart in the wind, like it was never there. Second, his citrusy scent didn’t bother me anymore; in fact, I kind of liked it. Third, his voice didn’t irritate me anymore. Fourth, I found him amusing lately. He was a ridiculous person and wittier than mostpeople, so bantering with him was fun. Fifth, I saw his erection, and I didn’t have one nightmare about it. Also, like the rest of him, his dick was perfect. Perfectly long, perfectly thick, and perfectly shaped, and I could say it objectively. Also, if Jordan really fancied me, all the more power to him. It tookcojonesto fancy me, so… yay him? It was funny, though. Stupid, too.
I have been mulling it over since I woke up this morning, while Jordan was still asleep. When his eyelashes fluttered, and his sleepy eyes met mine, I couldn’t help but smile. He looked as bewildered to see me lying next to him as I felt, and it was a kind of… cute.
“Morning, princess,” I said, grinning. “Did you sleep well?”
A pink flush spread across his cheeks, and I wondered if it was from sleep or if it was… well, me.
“Morning,” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “Did it work?”
“What?”
“That sleeping thing.”
“Oh, it worked like a charm,” I replied merrily. “I slept like a baby.”
“Does that mean I have to move in with you?”
I chuckled. “Well, I wouldn’t send the wedding invitations quite yet, but it felt damn good to wake up rested.”
His flush deepened, and it made me smile. It also made me test that theory of mine.
“So now that we’ve spent the night together, will you stop twitching like a fish on a hook every time I touch you?” I asked him.
Jordan’s eyes widened comically. “Wh-what do you mean?”
“We’re supposed to be pals and drug business partners, remember? You should be comfortable around me.”
“I am-m comfortable around you.”
Judging by his expression, he would be more comfortable around a rattlesnake, so it was a bunch of baloney.
When I put my hand on his arm, he flinched.
“See?” I said, trying hard not to laugh. “We can’t let this happen, Jordie, not with everyone watching us. We need to practice.”
He looked at my hand on his body before his alarmed eyes found mine.
“Did you say practice?”
I nodded, pushing away a strand of hair from his forehead.
“A lot of practice.”
