Food first. Shower later.
I glance down, realizing I’m in nothing but my boxers. Not exactly an uncommon sight in this house. Logan walks around like this all the damn time, not a single ounce of shame in his body.
I push off the bed and head to my dresser, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and stepping into them, then pull a hoodie over my head. My stomach growls as the scent of bacon drifts under my door, and I take that as my cue to move.
The guy’s voices get louder as I open my bedroom door and climb down the stairs.
When I walk into the kitchen, Nathan’s at the stove, flipping bacon. Austin is leaning against the counter, scrolling through his phone, probably texting his latest situationship. And Logan’s at the island, popping grapes into his mouth one by one, feet kicked up on the chair across from him.
Logan looks up first, a sly grin tugging at his lips. “Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to wake up.”
I grunt in response, rubbing my shoulder as I step into the kitchen.
Austin smirks from his spot at the counter, glancing over his shoulder with a playful gleam in his eyes. “Yeah, what the hell, man? You never sleep in.”
I reach for a mug from the cabinet, trying to keep my cool. Trying to act like nothing’s out of the ordinary. Chill. Definitely not like a guy who spent last night with a girl he shouldn’t have. “Needed the rest.”
Nathan looks up as he plates up the bacon strips, his eyebrows arched. “Rest from what?”
I shrug and pour myself some coffee. “Just tired.” I lift the mug to my lips. “Practice has been killing me.”
Austin side-eyes me from across the room. “I thought you said your shoulder wasn’t hurting anymore.”
Shit. “It’s not,” I lie. “Just… you know coach. He’s a beast.”
Austin chuckles, grabbing a bacon strip from the plate and munching on it. “Oh, I fucking know. He made me skate fifty laps because I called his wife hot.”
Nathan groans. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“What?” Austin lifts a shoulder in a lazy shrug, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. “Your mom’s a MILF, Nathan. Embrace it.” He winks.
Nathan groans, chucking a piece of toast at him.
I breathe out a laugh, shaking my head. Austin’s got no filter, and he knows exactly how to press someone’s buttons.
I let out a laugh, shaking my head, when Logan nudges my shoulder. “Where the hell did you go last night?” he asks. “We looked for you, but you just vanished.”
Austin raises an eyebrow. “With Brenda again?”
I force a sip of my coffee, stalling as I try to come up with something that won’t make me sound like a total idiot. “Nah, that’s… over. I went home.”
Austin snorts, his eyes flicking over to me with suspicion. “Alone?”
I meet his gaze squarely, my expression blank. “Yep.”
Austin doesn’t look convinced, his gaze narrowing. “Hmm. Okay.”
I’m not really in the mood for an interrogation, I steal a piece of bacon off his plate, stuffing it into my mouth, hoping they’ll drop it.
But Logan’s still staring at me, his brows tugged together as he studies me. “You’re acting different,” he says, which makes me raise a brow.
“Different how?”
Logan gestures vaguely, his hand floating in the air like he’s trying to find the right words. “I don’t know. You’re… smiling. A lot.”
I wipe the grin off my face way too fast. “I’m not.”Am I?
Logan squints, then his eyes widen, almost popping out of his head. “You got laid last night.”
