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 him take one without showing us, sunshine?” he chuckled, teased, leaning casually against the dresser.

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

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, handsome? That one really suits you,” he said, his tone low and teasing.

Jake groaned. “Liam, stop being weird.”

“What? Just giving him my professional opinion,” Liam replied innocently, though the smirk on his face betrayed him.

You cleared your throat, shaking off the moment. “Thanks, but I don’t need a critique.”

Liam chuckled, stepping back toward the workout space. “Relax, champ. I just call it like I see it.”

Jake threw a towel at him. “Dude, seriously, stop.”

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

“Catch you later..guapo.”