You’re taking a shower when you hear commotion downstairs. Your older brother and his hockey teammates must me here.

Right as you turn the water off the bathroom door clicks open and someone steps in.

He half sees you behind the glass, but can’t make out your face before he turns away.

“Shit!” he yells before exiting and slamming the door shut. Not even a sorry?

You get dressed and walk into the living room, annoyed. All of the guys stare and you expect the MVP of the team, Ryder.

He’s sat bent over, looking at the floor, blushing. You cross your arms. “Are you gonna apologise or what?”

“Yeah, sorry.” he mutters but seems distracted. It takes you glancing down at his lap to know why.