Chapter 1
Alex’s POV
“Yo Jordan, pass me that bottle of tequila before these idiots drink it all,” I said, laughing as I leaned over the kitchen counter.
The party was in full swing like always at his place, music thumping through the walls and bodies packed into every corner.
I mixed another round of drinks, heavy on the pour because that’s how everyone liked it.
Jordan was in the middle of telling some wild story about his last game, arms waving around while the guys crowded him.
“Man, I swear the ref was blind as f**k,” Jordan said, his voice loud and cocky.
He grinned that big dumb smile of his, the one that always got people hyped.
I tried not to look at his chest, before I started some nonsense weird thoughts again.
“I had that s**t in the bag until he called it.”
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