Mya

The soft glow of morning light crept into my bedroom, dancing across the walls as I opened my eyes. Today was the day. My heart skipped a beat as the thought sank in. Jordan was coming. After two weeks of long phone calls and fleeting moments at work, I would finally see him again.

I slipped out of bed, smoothing out the wrinkled sheets as I went. The small, yet cozy apartment had become my haven in Venice Beach, and I wanted it to look perfect. Padding barefoot to the bathroom, I caught my reflection in the mirror. My nerves were already written across my face an excited, slightly anxious smile tugged at my lips.

After brushing my teeth, I stepped into the shower. The warm water cascaded over my skin, soothing me, but it couldn’t wash away the flutter of anticipation in my chest. As I shampooed my hair, I found myself wondering how he’d look when I saw him again. Would he be as exhausted as I’d imagined from his trip? Or would he flash that devastatingly charming smile that always made my knees weak?

Stepping out of the shower, I towel-dried my hair and made my way to the closet. My eyes landed on the outfit I’d chosen the night before: a sleek, strapless black dress that hugged my curves like a second skin, paired with a long black coat that added just the right amount of elegance. I slipped it on, savoring how the fabric felt against my skin. The emerald green handbag I’d picked out added a pop of color, and my black stilettos gave me an extra boost of confidence. As I examined myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but think, This is it. I want him to remember why he fell for me in the first place.

I spent the next hour cleaning the apartment, making sure every surface gleamed and every pillow was fluffed just right. The apartment wasn’t huge, but it was modern and beautifully decorated, with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked Venice Beach. It was a space I was proud to call my own.

Once the place was spotless, I requested an Uber to pick up some last-minute groceries. As I passed a small fruit shop on the corner, the vibrant display of fresh fruits caught my eye. I decided to grab a selection strawberries, mangoes, and a perfectly ripe pineapple. Something about the sweetness of fresh fruit reminded me of Jordan.

By the time I arrived at the airport, my nerves were in full swing. I checked my phone for the hundredth time, ensuring his flight was still on schedule. The buzz of the terminal around me faded into the background as my heart raced. Seeing him again felt surreal after so much time apart.

When I finally spotted him walking toward me, I froze. There he was, wearing khaki pants that hung just right on his muscular frame and a navy blue jacket over a crisp white T-shirt. His blue sneakers completed the look, a perfect mix of casual and cool that only he could pull off.

“Jordan!” I called, my voice catching slightly.

He turned at the sound of my voice, and the moment our eyes met, the distance between us melted away. I ran to him, throwing my arms around his neck as he pulled me close. His scent clean, fresh, and utterly intoxicating washed over me, grounding me in the moment.

“I missed you,” I whispered against his shoulder.

His arms tightened around me as he replied, “I missed you more.”

We stayed like that for what felt like forever, wrapped in each other’s arms as the world carried on around us. When we finally pulled back, he cupped my face and leaned in. Our lips met in a kiss that was slow, deep, and full of everything we hadn’t been able to say in words.

The Uber arrived ten minutes later, and as we slid into the backseat, we couldn’t stop stealing glances at each other.

“You look even more beautiful than I remembered,” he said, his voice low and sincere.

“And you,” I teased, brushing imaginary lint off his jacket, “look like you stepped out of a magazine.”

He chuckled, taking my hand in his. “I missed this us.”

“Me too,” I admitted, squeezing his hand.

By the time we arrived at my apartment, the anticipation in the air had settled into something softer, warmer. Jordan insisted on paying the fare despite my protests, and when we stepped inside, his reaction was everything I’d hoped for.

“Mya, this place is incredible,” he said, turning in a slow circle to take it all in.

“I’m glad you like it,” I replied, leading him to the bedroom where he could unpack. The sight of him placing his clothes in my space filled me with a quiet sense of happiness. It felt... right.

Breakfast was simple but thoughtful scrambled eggs with chives, crispy turkey bacon, freshly toasted sourdough bread, and a small fruit salad with the mangoes and strawberries I’d bought earlier. I plated it all carefully, setting the table before calling him over.

As he took a seat, I handed him a cup of freshly brewed coffee.

“This looks amazing,” he said, digging in with a smile.

I sat on the couch, watching him eat, a contented smile playing on my lips.

“Aren’t you eating?” he asked, glancing at me between bites.

“I had some fruit earlier,” I replied. “I just wanted to make sure you had a good meal after your trip.”

Later, as I was tidying up, my phone buzzed. A call from work. They needed me to meet with a client one of the biggest names in the fashion industry. My excitement was tempered by guilt as I explained the situation to Jordan.

“I’ll make it up to you,” I promised, leaning in to kiss him softly.

He smiled, but I could see the disappointment in his eyes. “I understand, Mya. Go do what you need to do.”

The meeting was with Zendaya, of all people. She was even more stunning in person, her presence commanding yet approachable. As we discussed ideas for her upcoming project, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride. This was why I’d worked so hard to collaborate with icons like her.

When I returned home, the smell of something delicious greeted me. Jordan had cooked dinner.

“Welcome back,” he said, smiling as he came to greet me.

“You didn’t have to do this,” I said, touched.

“I wanted to.”

We sat down to eat, talking about everything and nothing how beautiful Venice Beach was, the memories we’d made in the past, and the plans we had for the future.

After dinner, we washed the dishes together, the mundane task feeling special simply because we were doing it side by side.

Later that night, as we snacked on popcorn, Jordan pulled out a small velvet box.

“I made this for you,” he said, opening it to reveal a heart-shaped necklace. Inside was a tiny photo of him from years ago.

Tears filled my eyes as I took it from him. “Jordan, it’s perfect. Thank you.”

He leaned in, brushing his lips against mine in a kiss that said more than words ever could.

This moments like this was why I loved him.

I stare at the necklace in my hands, the delicate chain slipping between my fingers. The pendant catches the light, and when I open it, my breath catches in my throat. Inside is a picture of Jordan his face, youthful and strong, frozen in time. It’s so... him. He’s always been present in my life, even when we weren’t physically together. This necklace it feels like a piece of him that I can carry with me, always close to my heart.

A lump forms in my throat, and I glance up at him. Jordan watches me closely, his eyes soft yet intense, like he’s waiting for some kind of reaction. His hands are still gently resting on mine, guiding the pendant so that it catches the light just right.

“I... I don’t even know what to say.” My voice comes out a little shaky, and I quickly swallow, trying to regain my composure. “This means so much to me.”

His smile grows, and I see something in his eyes something deep and reassuring, like he’s completely here with me. It’s not just the gift itself; it’s the thought behind it, the meaning. He didn’t just give me jewelry. He gave me a piece of his soul, something more tangible than just a beautiful necklace.

“I’ve been carrying this picture for years,” he says softly. “I wanted you to have it. You’re a part of my life now... I want you to have a piece of me.”

My heart races, overwhelmed by the sincerity in his words. I can’t help but let a few tears slip down my cheek. I swipe them away quickly, not wanting to seem overly emotional, but it’s impossible to hide how much this means to me. I’ve never felt so seen, so understood. It’s like we’ve shared a part of ourselves in ways I never thought possible.

I look at the picture again, letting it sink in. This isn’t just a photo; it’s a memory, a moment that connects us, binding us even closer. Jordan’s love is woven into every detail the way he holds the picture, the care he took in choosing it for me. I press the pendant against my heart, a silent promise to keep it with me always.

“I... I can’t believe you did this,” I whisper. “You don’t have to do all this for me.”

His thumb gently brushes away the remaining tears from my cheek. “I want to,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. “You mean everything to me.”

I nod, unable to speak for a moment, lost in the depth of his gaze. The warmth that radiates from him is like a safety net, one that holds me steady even when I’m unsure of what the future holds. But I can’t help the rush of thoughts that flood my mind about us, about where we’re headed. What happens now?

“Jordan, this... this is too much,” I say, my voice quiet, uncertain, yet filled with longing. “You’ve already given me so much, and I’m scared of not being able to give you the same in return.”

His lips curl into a soft, understanding smile, and he pulls me closer. “Mya, you’ve already given me more than I could ever ask for. Just you being here, just us... that’s all I need.”

And then, he kisses me gently, softly, with so much tenderness that it feels like time has slowed down. It’s not about passion or desire right now. It’s about something deeper, something that I don’t fully understand yet, but I’m willing to explore with him. We don’t need words. His touch, his embrace it speaks louder than anything we could say.

When we pull away, I can’t help but smile, my fingers still wrapped around the necklace. I gently place it back around my neck, the cool metal resting against my skin like a reminder of him, of us.

We sit there for a while, just holding each other, and I feel a weight lift off my chest. Maybe it’s the fear of not being enough, of not being able to meet his expectations. But in this moment, with him so close, it’s hard to hold onto that fear. All I feel is a growing certainty that we belong here, together.

And then, I realize something. “Jordan, the photo... does it mean something special to you? Why this one?”

He looks down at the necklace, his thumb brushing the pendant. “It was taken when I was younger. Before everything changed. It’s a reminder of who I was, but more importantly, who I am now, because of you.”

A warm smile spreads across my face, and I can’t help but reach up to touch his cheek, my heart swelling with affection. “I’m so glad we found each other.”

Jordan’s hand slides to my waist, pulling me even closer. “I am too, Mya. I don’t want to go another day without you in my life.”

The weight of those words settles over me, and for the first time in a while, I feel at peace. No more fears, no more doubts. Just us. And whatever comes next, we’ll face it together.

I stare at the necklace in my hands, the delicate chain slipping between my fingers. The pendant catches the light, and when I open it, my breath catches in my throat. Inside is a picture of Jordan his face, youthful and strong, frozen in time. It’s so... him. He’s always been present in my life, even when we weren’t physically together. This necklace it feels like a piece of him that I can carry with me, always close to my heart.

A lump forms in my throat, and I glance up at him. Jordan watches me closely, his eyes soft yet intense, like he’s waiting for some kind of reaction. His hands are still gently resting on mine, guiding the pendant so that it catches the light just right.

“I... I don’t even know what to say.” My voice comes out a little shaky, and I quickly swallow, trying to regain my composure. “This means so much to me.”

His smile grows, and I see something in his eyes something deep and reassuring, like he’s completely here with me. It’s not just the gift itself; it’s the thought behind it, the meaning. He didn’t just give me jewelry. He gave me a piece of his soul, something more tangible than just a beautiful necklace.

“I’ve been carrying this picture for years,” he says softly. “I wanted you to have it. You’re a part of my life now... I want you to have a piece of me.”

My heart races, overwhelmed by the sincerity in his words. I can’t help but let a few tears slip down my cheek. I swipe them away quickly, not wanting to seem overly emotional, but it’s impossible to hide how much this means to me. I’ve never felt so seen, so understood. It’s like we’ve shared a part of ourselves in ways I never thought possible.

I look at the picture again, letting it sink in. This isn’t just a photo; it’s a memory, a moment that connects us, binding us even closer. Jordan’s love is woven into every detail the way he holds the picture, the care he took in choosing it for me. I press the pendant against my heart, a silent promise to keep it with me always.

“I... I can’t believe you did this,” I whisper. “You don’t have to do all this for me.”

His thumb gently brushes away the remaining tears from my cheek. “I want to,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. “You mean everything to me.”

I nod, unable to speak for a moment, lost in the depth of his gaze. The warmth that radiates from him is like a safety net, one that holds me steady even when I’m unsure of what the future holds. But I can’t help the rush of thoughts that flood my mind about us, about where we’re headed. What happens now?

“Jordan, this... this is too much,” I say, my voice quiet, uncertain, yet filled with longing. “You’ve already given me so much, and I’m scared of not being able to give you the same in return.”

His lips curl into a soft, understanding smile, and he pulls me closer. “Mya, you’ve already given me more than I could ever ask for. Just you being here, just us... that’s all I need.”

And then, he kisses me gently, softly, with so much tenderness that it feels like time has slowed down. It’s not about passion or desire right now. It’s about something deeper, something that I don’t fully understand yet, but I’m willing to explore with him. We don’t need words. His touch, his embrace it speaks louder than anything we could say.

When we pull away, I can’t help but smile, my fingers still wrapped around the necklace. I gently place it back around my neck, the cool metal resting against my skin like a reminder of him, of us.

We sit there for a while, just holding each other, and I feel a weight lift off my chest. Maybe it’s the fear of not being enough, of not being able to meet his expectations. But in this moment, with him so close, it’s hard to hold onto that fear. All I feel is a growing certainty that we belong here, together.

And then, I realize something. “Jordan, the photo... does it mean something special to you? Why this one?”

He looks down at the necklace, his thumb brushing the pendant. “It was taken when I was younger. Before everything changed. It’s a reminder of who I was, but more importantly, who I am now, because of you.”

A warm smile spreads across my face, and I can’t help but reach up to touch his cheek, my heart swelling with affection. “I’m so glad we found each other.”

Jordan’s hand slides to my waist, pulling me even closer. “I am too, Mya. I don’t want to go another day without you in my life.”

The weight of those words settles over me, and for the first time in a while, I feel at peace. No more fears, no more doubts. Just us. And whatever comes next, we’ll face it together.

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