Alex
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The drive back from the cabin was thick with quiet tension. Jordanโs hand rested possessively on my thigh. Up front, David kept glancing at me in the rearview mirror, while Marcus sat shotgun, unusually quiet.
The high of the group exploration had carried us through most of the weekend, but reality crept back in as we pulled into the driveway. Momโs flight home was now just five days away.
That night, after Jordan and I had showered together, his soapy hands gliding over every marked and aching inch of meโthe first signs of trouble began to appear.
We were all in the living room, half-watching a game on TV, when Davidโs hand landed on my knee, possessive in a way it hadnโt been before. โYouโre staying close tonight, Alex. In my room.โ
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