Alexa’s pov
The living room seemed to shrink and the air grew heavy, as though the storm outside had forced its way in and pressed around the three of us.
Marcus's words stayed in the space between us like a charged line - “finding ways to stay warm”. My heart pounded inside my chest. I looked at Ryan, expecting doubt or maybe unease. His eyes were dark and locked on Marcus with a hunger I had not seen in years.
That look caused a sharp surge of warmth between my thighs.
Marcus leaned forward on the couch - even while seated, his strong frame filled the space. Rain still shimmered on his skin and his wet t-shirt stuck to every line of muscle across his chest and shoulders.
“No pressure”, he said, his voice low and rough. “but the way you two are looking at me… I think we all know w
