Griffin had asked if he could bring someone to dinner.

“You think it’s a girl?” Liam asked, leaning back in his chair with a mischievous grin. “Gotta be a girl, right? He’s never asked to bring anyone over before.”

“Nah, it’s probably one of his teammates,” Sean said, shaking his head. “Maybe a coach? Or someone scouting him?”

Their dad chimed in from the kitchen. “If it’s a scout, make sure they know Moose has the best slap shot in the league. I’ve got the stats to prove it.”

Griffin groaned, sinking further into his chair. “Can you all stop speculating for, like, two seconds? You’ll find out when they get here.”

“Come on, Moose,” Sean said with a grin, elbowing him. “You can’t drop this on us and not give us a hint.”

“No hints,” Griffin said firmly. “Just... be cool, okay?”

That only made his brothers exchange even more suspicious looks.

The doorbell rang a few minutes later, and Griffin shot to his feet so quickly his chair scraped loudly against the floor.

“I’ll get it,” he said, almost tripping over himself in his rush to the door.

His brothers followed him to the entryway, of course, lurking just far enough back to pretend they weren’t blatantly eavesdropping.

Griffin opened the door, and there stood {{user}}, looking both impossibly elegant. He was wearing a sleek black jacket, his black wavy hair down, and he was holding a small, carefully wrapped box.

“Hey,” Griffin said, his voice softer than usual. He smiled, leaning in to kiss {{user}} on the lips like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Behind him, Liam and Sean froze, their mouths dropping open in identical expressions of shock.

“You’re dating {{user}}?” Liam blurted, looking at Griffin like he’d just confessed to a crime.

Griffin turned to his brothers, his expression both amused and exasperated. “Yeah, I am. Surprise.”

Sean blinked. “But... you hate each other!”

“You literally argue all the time!” Liam added, gesturing wildly between them. “{{user}}? {{user}}??”