Chapter 4: Climax
The door creaked open, the sound of it echoing through the cluttered garage office like a gunshot in the quiet afternoon. Justin's head snapped up, his eyes wide with shock as he took in the figure standing in the doorway. Sarah, his wife of fifteen years, stared back at him, her mouth agape, her eyes darting between him and Jordan, who lay sprawled on the bed, his chest heaving with exertion.
"Sarah," Justin managed to choke out, his voice barely above a whisper. He scrambled to cover himself, grabbing a nearby towel and wrapping it around his waist. Jordan, however, seemed unfazed by the intrusion.
He sat up, his lithe body graceful and unselfconscious, and offered Sarah a small, almost apologetic smile. "Hey, Sarah," he said, his voice soft and calm, a stark contrast to the heated passion of moments before.
Sarah blinked, taken aback by Jordan's casual greeting. She seemed to struggle for words, her eyes flicking between Justin and Jordan, her expression a mix of shock, anger, and something else that Justin couldn't quite place. "What... what are you doing here, Jordan?" she finally managed to ask, her voice tight and controlled.
Justin watched as Jordan shrugged, his eyes never leaving Sarah's face.
"I was just helping Justin with some... business matters," he said, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Sarah's eyes narrowed, her gaze flicking back to Justin. "Business matters?" she repeated, her voice laced with skepticism. "In the garage office?"
Justin opened his mouth to respond, but Jordan beat him to it. "Yeah, you know how it is," he said, his voice casual. "Sometimes you just need a change of scenery." He stood up, his body lithe and graceful as he stretched, completely unselfconscious about his nudity.
Sarah's eyes widened slightly as she took in Jordan's lean muscles and smooth skin, his cock still half-hard from their recent encounter. Justin felt a pang of jealousy at the way Sarah was looking at Jordan, but he also felt a thrill at the thought of her seeing another man's desire for him.
Jordan walked over to Sarah, his steps confident and sure. He stopped in front of her, close enough that she had to tilt her head back to look up at him. "It's nice to finally meet you, Sarah," he said, his voice soft and charming. "Justin's told me so much about you."
Sarah's eyes flicked to Justin, a hint of anger in them.
"He told you about me?" she asked, her voice tight.
Jordan chuckled, a sound that was both warm and slightly mischievous. "Oh, Justin talks about you all the time," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "He's quite the romantic."
Justin felt a wave of guilt wash over him at Jordan's words. He knew that Sarah had always been the one to keep their relationship afloat, to hold it together when he was too busy with work or too lost in his own thoughts. He had taken her for granted, and now here was Jordan, making her feel like she was nothing more than a topic of conversation.
Sarah's eyes narrowed, her gaze shifting back to Jordan.
"Romantic?" "Is that what you call it?" She gestured to the bed, where the sheets were still rumpled from their recent encounter.
Jordan had the audacity to chuckle, a sound that sent a shiver down Justin's spine. "Well, I mean, it's not exactly a romantic setting," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "But I like to think we make our own romance."
Sarah's cheeks flushed, and Justin could see the anger rising in her eyes. "You think this is funny?" she snapped, her voice rising.
"This is my husband you're fucking around with, not some toy for you to play with."
Jordan's smile faded, and he took a step back, holding his hands up in a placating gesture. "Whoa, Sarah, I didn't mean to upset you. I was just trying to lighten the mood."
Sarah scoffed, her arms crossing over her chest. "Lighten the mood? You think this is a joke? You think I'm going to just stand here and watch you fuck my husband and then make some stupid joke about romance?"
Justin finally found his voice, stepping forward and placing a hand on Sarah's arm. "Sarah, please, let's talk about this.
I can explain," Justin said, his voice pleading. He could feel the tension radiating off of Sarah, her body rigid beneath his touch. He knew he had to tread carefully, but he also knew that he couldn't just let her walk away without trying to make things right.
Sarah looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and hurt. "Explain what, Justin? How you've been sneaking around with some college kid behind my back? How you've been using our garage office as your own personal fuck pad?" Her voice was laced with venom, and Justin could feel the sting of her words like a physical blow.
He took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to say.
"Sarah, I know this looks bad, but it's not what you think. Jordan and I... we didn't plan for this to happen." He glanced at Jordan, who was watching them with a concerned expression. "It just did."
Sarah's eyes flashed with anger. "Oh, so now it's just 'it happened'? You're going to sit there and tell me that you didn't choose to stick your dick in some college boy?" She gestured wildly at Jordan, who flinched slightly at her words.
Justin sighed, running a hand through his hair. "No, Sarah, that's not what I'm saying. I'm saying that I didn't set out to hurt you.
I didn't mean for any of this to happen." Justin's voice was pleading, his eyes filled with a mix of guilt and desperation. He knew that he had hurt Sarah deeply, and he was desperate to make it right.
Sarah's expression softened slightly, but the anger still lingered in her eyes. "You didn't mean for any of this to happen?" "You didn't mean for you to be fucking some random college kid in our garage office?"
Justin winced at her words, knowing that he deserved the harshness in her tone. "No, Sarah, I didn't mean for any of this to happen.
I didn't mean for you to find out this way." Justin's voice was soft, his eyes pleading with her to understand. He could see the hurt and anger in her eyes, and it tore at him.
Sarah took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She looked at Jordan, who was standing quietly by the bed, his expression one of concern. "And what about you?" she asked, her voice still laced with anger. "Did you mean for this to happen?"
Jordan hesitated for a moment before stepping forward. "Sarah, I'm sorry," he said, his voice sincere. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen either.
I'm sorry if I hurt you or Justin," Jordan said, his voice filled with genuine remorse. "I never intended for any of this to go this far."
Sarah's expression softened slightly at Jordan's words, but she still looked angry and hurt. She turned back to Justin, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions. she asked, her voice shaking slightly. "Did you mean for any of this to happen?" "No, Sarah, I didn't," he said, his voice filled with regret. "I never meant for any of this to happen.
I never meant to hurt you," Justin said, his voice barely above a whisper. He could see the tears welling up in Sarah's eyes, and it broke his heart. He wanted to reach out to her, to pull her into his arms and make everything okay, but he knew that he had to give her space.
Sarah took a deep breath, her eyes flicking between Justin and Jordan. "I don't know what to say," she admitted, her voice shaking slightly. "I don't know what to think."
Jordan stepped forward, his voice soft and gentle. "Sarah, I know this is a lot to take in.
I never wanted you to find out like this," Justin said, his voice filled with remorse. He gestured to the bed, where the sheets were still rumpled from their recent encounter. "I can explain everything, if you'll just give me a chance."
Sarah looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of anger, hurt, and confusion. "I don't know if I want to hear your explanations, Justin," she said, her voice tight. "I don't know if I can handle hearing about how you've been sneaking around behind my back with some college kid." Sarah's voice was barely above a whisper, but it cut through the air like a knife. Justin could see the pain in her eyes, the betrayal etched deep into her features. He knew he deserved every bit of it.
"Sarah, please," he begged, taking a step closer to her. "Let me explain. It's not what you think."
She held up a hand, stopping him in his tracks. "Don't come any closer," she warned, her voice shaking with emotion. "I need some space. I need to think."
Justin nodded, taking a step back. He watched as Sarah turned and walked out of the garage office, leaving him alone with Jordan. The room felt suddenly cold and empty without her.
Justin turned to Jordan, who was still standing by the bed, his expression thoughtful.
"She didn't mean it," Justin said, his voice barely above a whisper. "She's just shocked and hurt."
Jordan nodded, his eyes never leaving Justin's face. "I know," he said softly. "She's a good person. She deserves better than this."
Justin felt a pang of guilt at Jordan's words. He knew that Sarah deserved better than this, but he also knew that he couldn't just walk away from what he felt for Jordan. He had never felt this way before, this intense connection, this desire that consumed him completely.
"I know," Justin admitted, running a hand through his hair.
"I never meant for any of this to happen, Jordan. I never meant to hurt Sarah."
Jordan stepped closer to Justin, his eyes filled with concern. "I know you didn't," he said softly. "But it did happen, and now we have to deal with the consequences."
Justin nodded, looking down at the floor. "I know. I just... I don't know what to do. I don't want to lose Sarah, but I can't just ignore what I feel for you."
Jordan reached out, placing a gentle hand on Justin's arm. "I know," he said, his voice filled with understanding. "But we can't keep sneaking around like this.
It's not fair to any of us," Jordan continued, his voice steady and calm. "We need to face this head-on and figure out what we want."
Justin looked up at Jordan, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and longing. "But what if I can't have both of you? What if I have to choose?"
Jordan's expression softened, and he stepped closer to Justin, his hand still resting on his arm. "You don't have to choose right now," he said gently. "We can take this one step at a time. For now, let's just focus on getting through this conversation with Sarah."
Justin nodded, taking a deep breath to steady himself. He knew Jordan was right.
They needed to face this head-on, and that meant talking to Sarah. But how could he possibly explain what he felt for Jordan without sounding like a complete fool? He had never felt this way before, and he wasn't sure he could articulate it even if he tried.
Jordan seemed to sense his inner turmoil and gave his arm a reassuring squeeze. "You don't have to have all the answers right now," he said softly. "Just be honest with her. Tell her how you feel."
Justin nodded, taking another deep breath. Honesty was the best policy, even if it was terrifying.
Justin took a deep breath and nodded at Jordan's words. "You're right," he said, his voice steadier than he felt. "I need to be honest with Sarah."
Jordan smiled encouragingly at him. "You can do this," he said softly. "I believe in you."
Justin managed a small smile in return, grateful for Jordan's support. He turned back to the door where Sarah had exited, steeling himself for the conversation to come.
He found her in the kitchen, sitting at the island with a cup of tea in front of her. She looked up as he entered, her eyes still filled with a mix of anger and hurt.
Justin took a deep breath and walked over to her, pulling out a stool and sitting down across from her.
"Sarah," he began, his voice soft and steady. "I need to talk to you."
She looked at him, her expression guarded. "About what?"
Justin hesitated for a moment before continuing. "About what happened in the garage office."
Sarah's eyes narrowed, and she took a sip of her tea before speaking. "I think we've already established what happened in the garage office," she said, her voice laced with sarcasm. "I know it looks bad, Sarah.
I know it looks like I've betrayed you, and I understand why you're angry and hurt." Justin's voice was steady, his eyes never leaving Sarah's face. "But I need you to hear me out. I need you to understand that this isn't just some random fling for me."
Sarah's eyebrows shot up, and she leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. "Oh, really? Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like you've been having a pretty intense fling with a college kid in our garage office."
Justin winced at her words but pressed on. "I know it looks that way, but it's not that simple. Jordan... he's different.
He makes me feel things I've never felt before. I can't just turn that off."
Sarah's eyes widened in surprise. "Different? Justin, he's a college kid. What could he possibly offer you that I can't?"
Justin took a deep breath, searching for the right words. "It's not about what he can offer me, Sarah. It's about how he makes me feel. With him, I feel alive, desired, seen. It's like he understands me in a way that you never could."
Sarah's face paled at his words, and she looked down at her tea, stirring it absently. "So, what are you saying, Justin?
That you want to leave me for this... this kid?"
Justin's heart ached at the pain in her voice. I don't want to leave you. I love you. But I can't deny what I feel for Jordan either."
Sarah looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears. "But how can you love me if you're in love with him too?"
Justin reached out, gently taking her hand in his. "I'm not in love with him, Sarah. Not yet.
I care about him deeply, and I'm incredibly attracted to him, but love... that's a different story. I love you, Sarah. I always have, and I always will. But I can't ignore what I feel for Jordan either. It's not fair to you, and it's not fair to him. We need to talk about this, really talk about it, and figure out what we all want."
Sarah looked at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of insincerity. After a moment, she nodded, her expression softening slightly. "Okay," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll listen.
I want to understand," Sarah said, her voice trembling slightly. She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself before continuing. "But I need you to be honest with me, Justin. I need to know everything."
Justin nodded, his grip tightening on her hand. "I will be honest with you, Sarah. I promise."
Sarah took a sip of her tea, her eyes never leaving Justin's face. "Tell me about Jordan," she said, her voice steady despite the emotion in her eyes. "Tell me how you met him."
Justin hesitated for a moment before beginning. "It was at a business conference last month. I was giving a speech about our latest project, and Jordan was in the audience.
He was sitting near the front, and I could feel his eyes on me as I spoke. There was something about him that caught my attention, a certain energy that made me want to know more. After the speech, I found myself seeking him out in the crowd. He was standing by the bar, talking to a group of friends. I approached him, and we started talking. He was charming and witty, and I found myself drawn to him immediately.
"Justin," Sarah prompted gently, bringing me back to the present. "What happened after you met Jordan?"
I took a deep breath and continued. "We started talking more after that. We'd run into each other at different events and conferences.
We'd talk about everything and nothing—business, politics, art, life. I found myself looking forward to these encounters, to the way he made me feel alive.
One evening, after a particularly intense discussion about a new art exhibit we both admired, we found ourselves alone in the hotel bar. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of expensive whiskey and the soft hum of jazz music. Jordan was standing by the bar, his back to me, his hands resting on the counter. I walked up behind him, close enough to feel the warmth of his body.
"Another round?" I asked, my voice low.
He turned to face me, his eyes sparkling in the dim light.
"I thought you'd never ask," he replied with a smile that sent a shiver down my spine.
We ordered our drinks and sat down at a small table in the corner. The conversation flowed easily between us, as if we'd been doing this for years. We laughed and joked, our bodies leaning in closer with each passing moment. I could feel the electricity between us, the tension that was building with each shared glance and touch.
As the night wore on, the bar began to empty out, leaving only a few stragglers and the bartender cleaning up. Jordan and I were the last ones left, our conversation deepening into something more intimate.
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in short gasps. I wanted him, more than I had ever wanted anyone before.
"Justin," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've been thinking about this all night."
I leaned in closer, my eyes never leaving his.
He smiled, a slow, seductive curve of his lips that sent a jolt of desire straight to my groin. "About kissing you," he said, his voice low and husky.
I felt my breath catch in my throat, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. I wanted him to kiss me, more than anything. But I was also terrified.
I had never been with a man before, and the thought of crossing that line was both exhilarating and terrifying.
Jordan seemed to sense my hesitation, his smile fading slightly. "Unless you don't want to," he said, his voice softening. "I don't want to rush you into anything, Justin."
I took a deep breath, my eyes never leaving his. "I want to," I said, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach. "I just... I've never done this before."
Jordan's smile returned, wider this time, and he reached out, gently taking my hand in his. "It's okay," he said softly. "We can take this as slow as you want.
I promise," Jordan said, his thumb gently stroking the back of my hand.
I nodded, trying to calm my racing heart. "Okay," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Jordan leaned in closer, his eyes locked onto mine. "Can I kiss you?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
I hesitated for a moment before nodding again. "Yes," I said, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach.
Jordan's eyes softened, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, gentle kiss. It was barely a touch, just a whisper of a kiss, but it sent a jolt of electricity through my body.
I felt my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in short gasps. I wanted more. I needed more.
Jordan seemed to sense my desire, his lips pressing harder against mine. His hand moved from my hand to the back of my neck, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss. I could feel the stubble on his chin rubbing against mine, the softness of his lips, the heat of his tongue as it explored my mouth.
I moaned, my body pressing against his, my hands gripping his shoulders. I could feel the hardness of his muscles, the warmth of his skin through his shirt. I wanted to touch him, to feel every inch of him.
My hands moved from his shoulders to his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt. He groaned into my mouth, his hands moving to my waist, pulling me closer. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, and it sent a wave of desire coursing through my body.
We broke apart, both of us breathing heavily, our eyes locked onto each other. I could see the desire in his eyes, the same desire that was consuming me.
"Justin," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. "I want you."
I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing with thoughts of what we were about to do. But the desire in my body was too strong to resist.
I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. "I want you too."
Jordan's face broke into a wide smile, and he leaned in to kiss me again, this time with more urgency. His hands moved to my belt, unbuckling it with quick, efficient movements. I mirrored his actions, my fingers fumbling slightly as I undid his jeans. We broke apart just long enough to shed our clothes, our eyes never leaving each other's.
Once we were both naked, Jordan pulled me back into his arms, his hands roaming over my body. I could feel the heat of his skin, the hardness of his muscles.
His hands were everywhere at once, exploring every inch of my body with a hunger that matched my own. I ran my hands over his chest, feeling the firmness of his pectorals, the smoothness of his skin. His nipples were hard, and I couldn't resist rolling one between my fingers, causing him to gasp and arch his back.
Jordan's hands moved lower, cupping my ass and pulling me closer. I could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against my stomach, and I reached down to grasp it, feeling the heat and the pulse of life beneath my fingers. He was already slick with pre-cum, and I stroked him slowly, feeling the length and thickness of him.
Jordan groaned, his head falling back as he closed his eyes. I leaned in, my lips finding his neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin. He shivered beneath me, his hands tightening on my ass.
"Justin," he gasped, his voice hoarse with desire. "I need you."
I looked into his eyes, seeing the raw need reflected back at me. I wanted him too, more than I had ever wanted anyone before. I guided him to my entrance, feeling the head of his cock pressing against me. I took a deep breath, trying to relax my muscles as he slowly pushed inside me.
The initial pain was sharp, but it quickly gave way to a sensation of fullness and pleasure.
Jordan's eyes were locked onto mine, his expression a mix of concentration and concern. I could feel every inch of him as he slowly pushed deeper inside me, my body adjusting to the intrusion.
"Is this okay?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.
I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," I managed to say, my voice hoarse with desire. "It's... it's okay."
Jordan's expression softened, and he began to move slowly, his hips rocking gently against mine. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. It was intense, overwhelming, and yet somehow comforting.
I could feel every inch of him as he moved inside me, the sensation of being filled completely unlike anything I had ever known. The pleasure was building slowly, a warmth spreading through my body as Jordan's movements became more confident and sure.
He leaned down, his lips finding mine in a soft, gentle kiss. His tongue explored my mouth, matching the rhythm of his hips as he moved inside me. I could taste the saltiness of his skin, the sweetness of his lips. His hands moved to my back, pulling me closer as he deepened the kiss.
I moaned into his mouth, my body arching against his.
The pleasure was building, a slow burn that was threatening to consume me completely. Jordan's hands moved to my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he increased the pace of his thrusts. I could feel the head of his cock brushing against that sweet spot inside me with each movement, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
"Justin," he gasped, breaking away from our kiss. "You feel so good. I can't... I can't hold back much longer."
I could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles were taut and ready to release. I wanted to feel him come undone, to know that I had brought him to this point of ecstasy.
I reached down between our bodies, wrapping my hand around my own cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. Jordan's eyes widened as he watched me, his breath coming in short gasps.
"Fuck, Justin," he groaned, his hips stuttering as he watched me pleasure myself. "That's so hot."
I could feel the heat building in my own body, the pleasure coiling tight in my stomach. I was close, so close to the edge. I stroked myself faster, my hand matching the rhythm of Jordan's hips as he pounded into me.
"Come with me," I gasped, my voice ragged with need.
"Come with me, Jordan."
His eyes flashed with desire, and he reached down to grasp my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure building to a fever pitch as he brought me closer and closer to the edge.
"Justin," he groaned, his voice hoarse with need. "I'm close. So close." "Me too," I managed to say. "Me too."
He thrust into me one last time, his body shuddering as he came undone. I could feel the heat of his release inside me, the pulsing of his cock as he filled me completely.
The sensation was intense, overwhelming, and yet somehow comforting. I could feel the pleasure building in my own body, the tension coiling tight in my stomach as I stroked myself faster and faster. "Justin," he gasped, his voice barely audible. "I can't... "Me neither," I managed to say. The sensation of his release sent me over the edge, and I cried out as my own orgasm washed over me.
My body convulsed, my cock pulsing in Jordan's hand as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me. I could feel the heat of our combined releases, the wetness between us as we both came down from our high.
We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies entwined, our breaths ragged and our hearts pounding in sync. Then, slowly, we began to come back to ourselves, our bodies relaxing and our minds clearing.
Jordan pulled out of me gently, and I could feel the emptiness where he had been. I missed the sensation of him inside me already. He rolled off me and onto his back, his chest rising and falling with each breath.
I turned my head to look at him, his eyes closed and a small smile playing on his lips. I reached out, gently tracing the curve of his jaw with my fingers.
"You okay?" I asked softly.
He opened his eyes, turning his head to look at me. "Yeah," he said, his voice still hoarse from our exertions. "More than okay."
I smiled back at him, feeling a warmth spread through me at his words. "Me too," I said.
He reached out, taking my hand in his and giving it a squeeze. "We should probably clean up," he said, his eyes flicking towards the door.
I nodded, sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the bed.
The garage office was still dimly lit, the solitary window casting long shadows across the cluttered space. I could feel the cool air on my skin as I stood up, my body still tingling from our encounter.
Jordan followed suit, standing up and stretching his arms above his head. He yawned, his body still relaxed from our lovemaking. "I'll get the towels," he said, walking over to the small bathroom tucked away in the corner of the office.
I watched him go, my eyes lingering on the curve of his ass as he walked away. I shook my head slightly, trying to clear my thoughts. This was all so new to me, so unexpected.
I had never been with a man before, and yet here I was, standing naked in my garage office with Jordan, the taste of him still on my lips, the feel of him still inside me.
Sarah's words from earlier echoed in my mind, "I want to understand." I owed it to her to try and explain, to make her see that this wasn't just some random fling. But where did I even begin?
Jordan returned with two towels, handing one to me. "Here you go," he said, his voice soft and gentle. He began to clean himself up, and I followed suit, our movements silent and comfortable, like we'd been doing this for years.
As I dried off, I couldn't help but steal glances at Jordan, his body glistening with a sheen of sweat, his muscles taut and defined. He caught me looking and flashed me a small smile, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Still getting used to seeing me like this?" he asked, his voice teasing.
I chuckled, shaking my head. "It's not that. It's just... you're different than I expected."
Jordan raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. And what did you expect?"
I shrugged, my cheeks flushing slightly. "I don't know. I guess I just thought you'd be more...
feminine, I guess," I admitted, my voice trailing off as I realized how awkward that sounded.
Jordan laughed, a warm, genuine sound that filled the small office. "Well, I am gay, but I'm also a guy. I like to think I have a good balance of both worlds."
I nodded, a small smile playing on my lips. "You do. It's just... different for me. I've never been with a man before."
Jordan's expression softened, and he walked over to me, taking my hand in his. "I know," he said, his voice gentle. "And I appreciate that you're being open with me about it.
It's important to me that you feel comfortable and safe with me," Jordan said, his thumb gently stroking the back of my hand.
I looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity reflected back at me. "I do feel safe with you," I admitted. "It's just... it's all so new to me. I never thought I'd find myself in this situation."
Jordan nodded understandingly. "I get it. It's a big change for you. But remember, it's okay to take things slow. We don't have to rush into anything."
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts. "You're right," I said.
I need to figure out what this means for me, for us."
Jordan nodded, his expression thoughtful. "And for your wife," he added softly.
I sighed, rubbing a hand through my hair. "Yes. For Sarah too."
Jordan's eyes softened, and he gave my hand a gentle squeeze. "You should talk to her," he said. "Be honest with her about how you feel."
I nodded, knowing he was right. "I will," I said. I don't know where to start."
Jordan smiled reassuringly. "Just start with the truth," he said. "Tell her about us, about how you feel when you're with me.
And about how you feel when you're not."
I looked at him, my expression uncertain. "But what if she doesn't understand? What if she can't accept it?"
Jordan's expression turned serious. "She might not understand at first, but that doesn't mean she won't try. And if she can't accept it, then maybe it's time for you to consider what you really want."
I felt a pang of guilt at his words. "I don't want to hurt her," I said softly.
Jordan's expression softened. "I know you don't," he said. "And that's why you need to be honest with her. You can't keep living a lie, Justin.
It's not fair to her or to you." "You're right," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I don't know how to tell her. How do I start?"
Jordan shrugged, his expression thoughtful. "Tell her about us, about how you feel when you're with me. And about how you feel when you're not." "I don't know how to tell her.
Jordan leaned against the desk, his arms crossed over his chest.
Justin nodded, but his brow furrowed in thought.
"I don't know how to tell her," he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.
Jordan's expression softened as he walked over to Justin, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You'll find the words," he said reassuringly. "Just start with the truth. Be honest about your feelings."
Justin looked down at the floor, his fingers tracing the worn edge of the wooden desk.
Jordan sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I can't promise that she will, Justin. But you have to try. You can't keep living a lie.