The Fullback (Lincoln Knights #5)

Bailey

I had very good intentions to sit down with Hunter and Aiden as soon as we got back from training and talk about how we felt—not in an aggressive, cornering way but more a soft, adoring way. Something like that anyway.

But all my plans went straight out the window when we walked in to find Aiden stretched out on our huge sofa in a pair of my trunks and an old traditional-style rugby shirt of Hunter’s. It was pink and striped and hung loose on his frame, and I’d never seen anything sexier.

“Sorry, I hope you don’t mind,” he said, putting his laptop aside and shooting us a smile, gesturing at the shirt. “I realised I didn’t have any clean clothes, and I couldn’t be bothered to go back to Jonny’s for more. So I stuck my stuff in your washing machine and borrowed something to wear.”