“What are you doing in Boston?” Jordan said into his hands. Silence. “I came to visit Raffaele,” Damiano said stiffly. Taking his hands away, Jordan gave him an incredulous look. “Try again,” he said, not bothering to hide his amusement. Damiano glowered at him, his jawline tense in a way it got only when he was truly pissed off. Fuck, he was so hot when he was angry. Jordan sighed on the inside, exasperated with himself. He got to his feet, becoming very much aware of his nudity when Damiano’s eyes raked over him hungrily. Talk about mixed signals. “You must have missed him terribly,” Jordan
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