It was one of those days where you wanted to do nothing but lounge around, and nothing was more comfortable than one of your brother Jake’s oversized shirts. You didn’t even hesitate as you headed for his room.

Pushing the door open, you walked in without a second thought. “Hey, can I grab—”

You stopped short. Jake, your brother, and his best friend Liam were on the floor doing push-ups, both shirtless. Jake, broad and built, was focused on his form, but Liam? Liam was the one who glanced up, his arms flexed as he held his position mid-push-up. A smirk tugged at his lips as he saw you standing there.

Jake barely looked up. “What?”

“I need one of your shirts,” you said, trying to ignore Liam. “The baggy ones.”

Jake huffed, sitting back on his knees. “You mean the ones you keep stealing? They’re all in my drawer. Take one and leave.”

Before you could move, Liam stood up, grabbing a towel to wipe his face. “You’re really just gonna let her take one without seeing if it works for her..” he teased, leaning casually against the dresser.

Jake glared at him. “It’s a shirt. Not a fashion show.”

You rolled your eyes, walking over to grab a shirt off the bed. As you held it up, Liam’s voice stopped you.

“You sure, princess? You look good in that one,” he said, his tone low and teasing.

Jake groaned. “Liam, stop being weird.”

“What? Just giving her an honest opinion,” Liam replied innocently, though the amused glint in his eye said otherwise.

You cleared your throat, shaking off the moment. “Thanks, but I’m not looking for opinions.”

Liam chuckled, stepping back toward the workout space. “someone’s feisty huh?..that’s alright I let ‘em like that.”

Jake threw a towel at him. “Dude, shut up.”

Grateful for the shirt in your hands—and for the fact that you could leave—you headed for the door. But before you could fully escape, Liam called after you.

“See you around..princess.”