When they got into the master bedroom, Sam got rid of his sweater and tossed it onto a chair. He took a moment to enjoy the view, both of Jordan and of the city lights. The two went well together, in Sam’s opinion. The lights outlined Jordan’s sculpted muscles like a halo, and when he bent to dispose of his pants that halo gave him even more grace and beauty.
“How did I get so lucky?” Sam asked, in a soft voice.
Jordan didn’t have any false modesty, but he wasn’t arrogant either. He walked right up to Sam and stroked his beard. “You were yourself. It had nothing to do with luck, and everything to do with being a sexy, sweet uncle and brother-in-law.” He leaned in and kissed Sam, and this time he slipped his hands into the waistband of Sam’s jeans. He didn’t slip them very far inside, but the sensation of having Jordan’s hands inside that border zone where people weren’t supposed to go made him gasp.