Chapter 41 41. JORDAN (41)

JORDAN

I pushed the bedroom door open and stopped dead.

Jibril was on the edge of the bed, shirtless, a towel slung low around his hips and doing a shit job of hiding anything.

His bare chest still carried the faint sheen of the day, and the citrus-musk smell that had been haunting me for wee...

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