Walking out of the bathroom in the guest room that had been allocated to him for the duration of his stay, Jordan stood in the silence of the bright room, drying his wet hair in nothing but his black drawstring joggers.
With his head downturned as he ran the terry cloth through his wet black locks, he suddenly heard a knock on the door of the room. Still drying his hair, he blinked, wondering who it could be before he opened his mouth to respond.
"Coming," his deep voice echoed round the room but it appeared as if the person on the other side was either in a hurry or they hadn't heard him correctly because immediately, the door swung open and from his peripheral vision, he saw the person walk in gently before stopping abruptly.