Alex POV
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Marcus texted David on Friday afternoon saying he’d crash at the house for a couple nights. That his apartment was getting new floors installed. David didn’t hesitate to say yes, and I tried not to read too much into the little thrill that shot through me when I overheard the conversation.
By Saturday morning, the backyard pool was sparkling under a cloudless sky. David had fired up the grill early, and the air already smelled like charcoal and marinated chicken. I came downstairs in board shorts and a tank top, only to find both men already out by the pool. David was shirtless again, his powerful torso gleaming with sunscreen as he adjusted the umbrella. Marcus lounged on a deck chair in nothing but navy swim trunks that sat low on his hips,
