He was still mulling it over when the car came to a stop. “Are we there already?” Jordan said, looking out the window. He’d rather not look at Damiano unless he had to. He didn’t trust himself. “No,” Damiano said as Lorenzo got out of the car. “We stopped at a pharmacy. Lorenzo will buy something for your soreness.” Jordan stared at him. “Lorenzo will buy something for my soreness?” he choked out. “Why would he do it?” Damiano looked infuriatingly unflappable—and still infuriatingly attractive. “I told him,” he said simply. “You told him. That my asshole is sore.” A corner of Damiano’s mouth
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