Chapter 1

 Dylan’s POV

“Damn, look at you all curled up like that, Danny boy. Are you trying to hide those legs or what?”

I kicked the front door shut behind me, my gym bag hitting the floor with a thud as the rain started picking up outside. 

Kylan, my twin bro, was right on my heels, still breathing hard from the workout, his tank top sticking to his chest. 

The house smelled like coffee and that vanilla shit Mom always sprayed around. Daniel glanced up from the coffee table where he had a stack of board games spread out, his cheeks already going pink under that oversized hoodie. 

Those...