Page 94 of Villains & Vigilantes
Jordan rocketed up out of his seat. “I should go find my friend.”
“Your friend?”
“Matty.”
Cree’s brows shot up. “Aiden’s brother?”
Jordan frowned. “Yeah, why?”
Cree stared at his phone. “Because according to the group chat, your bestie just took my bestie upstairs.”
Jordan’s eyes went wide. He looked like a startled cat—equal parts panic and disbelief. “There’s no way they’d hook up in the middle of this…whatever this is? Is there?”
“I…have no idea. Should we go find them? Maybe keep them from doing something we’ll all regret later?” Cree asked. “I don’t suppose you know where Matty’s bedroom is?”
Jordan scoffed. “Of course I do.”
Cree closed the recliner, getting to his feet, before helping Jordan stand. Jordan’s hand slipped into his like it belonged there, warm and light, a contrast to Cree’s steady grip. Jordan was just tall enough that Cree could tuck his head under his chin. That small detail shouldn’t turn him on, but it did. Heat curled low in his stomach, surprising him with its intensity. He needed to get them out of there before he did something stupid.
“You’re kind of the perfect height,” Jordan said, tipping his head up.
“For what?” Cree asked stupidly.
Jordan’s pink tongue darted out to lick over his full bottom lip, giving him a shrug. “Whatever,” he said, tone borderline flirty.
Cree felt his pulse stumble, the kind of electric jolt he wasn’t used to letting himself feel.
“You’re gonna be trouble,” he said.
“You have no idea.”
And Cree realized—with something that felt dangerously close to anticipation—that he wanted to find out exactly how much.
