He rolled and covered Jordan with the sheet, careful not to disturb the intertwining of their legs with his movements. Jordan, so handsome, conflicted, and sad. Definitely sad, and echoes of Jordan’s grief could be seen and heard often, in a fleeting flicker of pain, in the hoarseness of his voice. Ryan wanted to stroke Jordan’s cheek but resisted. Already his face was taking on a healthier glow instead of that pale, translucent look from too much florescent lighting. His laugh had come quicker yesterday, his sense of humor delightfully warped. Jordan had been courteous to everyone, polite. He took direction well even when way the fuck out of his element, like at the coral reef or as he galloped Brownie down the beach for the first time, his eyes alive with pure joy. And Jordan was generous, especially with his body. The fact that Jordan Hill, powerful business mogul was submissive and had given up his sexual power was beyond mind-blowing. Touching, because Ryan would bet a case of kava root it wasn’t something Jordan had done before.
