Alex
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The near-miss with Jordan left me rattled for the rest of the evening. We ate takeout togetherβme, Jordan, David, and Marcusβall of us playing it normal on the surface. Davidβs foot brushed mine under the table again, a secret reassurance. Marcus kept shooting me with knowing looks. Jordan, thoughβ¦ he watched everything with those sharp swimmerβs eyes, like he was piecing together a puzzle I desperately wanted to keep hidden.
Later that night, after David and Marcus had gone to bed, Jordan cornered me in our room. He shut the door and leaned against it, arms crossed over his lean, athletic chest. βOkay. Spill. Youβve been acting weird as hell since I got here. Flushed all the time, disappearing for βworkouts,β coming back smelling like s*x and oth
