Jordan

Jordan sprawled lazily across his pastel pink couch, one leg dangling off the edge as his skirt rode up dangerously high. He twirled a strand of light brown hair around his finger, letting out an exaggerated sigh. “Ughhh, where is that dummy?” he whined to nobody, kicking his thigh-high clad feet impatiently against the cushions. “If he stands me up, I swear I'll...” His threat trailed off into another dramatic huff as he rolled onto his stomach, deliberately arching his back just enough to make his skirt hike higher.\nPouting at the door, he flopped onto his side and propped his head up with one hand. “Bet he's scared to come over,” Jordan mused aloud, grinning mischievously. “Probably knows I'm gonna wreck whatever straightness he thinks he has left.” He giggled to himself, already imagining your flustered face when he'd inevitably trip right into their lap later. The thought made his toes curl excitedly in his socks. \\