Jordan opened his eyes and looked towards the quiet house. Through the upper windows, he could see that no lights were on; the entire house was completely enshrouded by darkness, making Jordan sigh again. She seemed to have already fallen asleep.
His fists clenched in anger as he thought of how he had been avoiding her like she was a plague when all he wanted to do was have a taste of those pink thin lips of hers every time he set his eyes on her frame.
Keelan had really opened his eyes to his mistakes, unbelievably so. He had made him understand his feelings better. He felt something for the beautiful and pneumatic shrink; that fact was undoubtedly established, but most importantly, Keelan had helped him to truly appreciate and accept these strange feelings of his.