Noah
Noah knew he was fucking screwed, and it was Aiden’s fault. If the brother hadn’t teasingly said, “How will Haru clean himself if he doesn’t have body wash?” then Noah wouldn’t have stupidly rushed away in search of the damn body wash, as well as shampoo, and barged upstairs right into the bathroom to witness a scene he wished he hadn’t seen.
Yes, it was Aiden’s fault. The brother knew how much the mere presence of Haru affected Noah. Not to mention that sweet, intoxicating smell Haru exuded that seemed to grow stronger every day. Yet Aiden continued to tease him, flaunting how fucking desirable Haru was.
“Fuck!” he said under his breath as he pulled his shirt off over his head. Throwing the thing to the floor, he inhaled a deep breath and raked his fingers through his hair.
He closed his eyes, and the instant he did, images of Haru came to his mind.