Alex POV
Tuesday afternoon couldn’t come fast enough or drag slow enough. I wasn’t sure of which.
My phone buzzed. Jordan’s flight had landed. I drove to the airport with my heart in my throat.
He spotted me first, dropping his duffel and pulling me into a crushing hug right there on arrivals. Jordan was all lean muscle from swimming, sun-kissed skin, messy blond hair, and that perpetual cocky grin. At twenty-two, he moved like he owned every room he entered.
“Missed you, man,” he said, voice low as he hugged me tighter than necessary. His hand slid down my back, brushing just above my ass. “You smell like trouble already.”
We laughed it off in the car, but the second we got home. I showed him my room—our room for the week.
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Jordan POV
Alex’s room looked exactly like I reme
