That’s always a pleasant way to start your morning. I use the palm of my hand to break my lashes apart from each other, and accidentally rub the gunk from my eyes all over my face. Men love this look, by the way. Nothing like raccoon eyes and greasy foundation to really get their blood pumping.Jordan rolls over and opens his eyes. He looks like an angel—his eyes are dewy, not glued; his face isn’t oily, it glows. I am torn between having a massive crush on this guy, and hating him for looking so great. I go with the crush.“Hi,” he whispers ever so quietly, like he’s talking to a sleeping baby.“Hi,” I say just as quietly—worried that we are about to cross the line into baby talk.“God, you were great last night,” Jordan says as he crawls on top of me. When he kisses me, I realize I wasn’t just drunk last night—I really like him. He’s cute, and funny, and nice and…“I think I need to tell you something,” Jordan says, sounding a little worried.I start to kiss his neck.
