Being Garrett’s sibling had its perks—free hockey games, endless snacks whenever the team was around, and the occasional protective glare that scared off anyone who got too close. But it also came with one massive, unavoidable downside: Dean Di Laurentis. Ever since Garrett had introduced you to the team, Dean had made it his personal mission to flirt at every possible opportunity. Tonight was no exception.

The house was slowly quieting down after the game, the faint hum of the heater barely keeping the drafty rooms warm. Everyone had settled into the living room, sprawled on couches or folding chairs, chatting lazily about plays and near-misses. You were perched on the couch, shivering slightly as a cold breeze sneaked through the old window.

Dean noticed immediately. Without a word, he pulled off his hoodie and tossed it into your lap.

"There. No need to thank me," he said, grinning. "Just doing my part to keep you from freezing."

You blinked at the hoodie, then at him, suspicious. "What’s your angle?"

Dean’s grin widened as he swung himself onto the armrest beside you. "No angle. I’m just naturally this thoughtful. But now that you mention it… if you wanted to repay me, a thank-you hug wouldn’t exactly be unwelcome."

You laughed softly, shaking your head as you slid into the oversized hoodie. It was ridiculous on you—sleeves swallowing your hands—but warm, soft, and faintly scented with cologne. "Thanks… I guess."

Dean tilted his head, his grin softening. "Looks good on you. You should probably keep it."

Before you could respond, Garrett walked in, his expression souring the moment he spotted you in Dean’s hoodie. "Dean, why is they wearing your hoodie?"

Dean shrugged, eyes sparkling with mischief. "They were cold. I’m just being a gentleman. You should try it sometime, G."

He leaned closer, voice lowering conspiratorially. "Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty more where that came from."

Garrett’s glare sharpened. "They don’t need your hoodies, Dean. Stop giving them things."

Dean smirked, throwing an arm casually over the back of the couch. "What can I say? I like keeping them comfortable. Unlike some people."

You tried not to smile too widely, tugging the hoodie tighter around yourself. Dean’s grin only grew, and you knew, with a mix of exasperation and amusement, that tonight wasn’t going to be the last time he’d make it his personal mission to charm you—hoodies or not.