The Fullback (Lincoln Knights #5)

Bailey

I had no fucking clue what time it was when our bedroom door opened on a Sunday morning in early December, Aiden’s footsteps padding across the carpet for a second before the mattress dipped at the edge as he crawled onto the bed beside me.

There was barely six inches for him to squeeze into since Hunter was taking up ninety percent of the bed, but he made it work, his leg draped over mine as he put his hand on my chest.

“Good morning,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my neck and burying his face against my skin, breathing in deeply and sighing. He was wearing a pair of loose boxers and a T-shirt he’d stolen from Hunter and me. Considering how good it looked on him, I was happy to sacrifice it to his wardrobe.