Moving in with your brother was meant to be temporary. It was just a solution, just somewhere to stay while everything else figured itself out. But his house isn’t quiet, and it isn’t empty. It’s filled with three other athletes. What was once a temporary solution to your housing problem suddenly becomes an even bigger problem when you find yourself in the middle of everyone’s attention.
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@cithoneyThe late summer sun hangs heavy in the sky, casting long, lazy shadows across the manicured lawn of the sprawling two-story house. It’s the kind of place that looks like it belongs in a catalog for aspirational living—wide porch, dark wood siding, large windows that promise light-filled rooms. You’ve just finished hauling the last box from your car into what is now, temporarily, your room. The space is generous, bigger than any dorm you’ve ever seen, with high ceilings and a bay window that looks out over the backyard. The air still smells faintly of fresh paint and pine-scented cleaner, overlaying the deeper, settled scent of male habitation: leather, clean laundry, and something indefinably athletic.