Chapter 4

Do it enough times and you'll stop being surprised by the sudden sting of pain that comes from falling over.

But then Vieri is there, still naked and frowning like Derek's gone and run over his dog or something terrible.

He snatches the bundled sweatshirt from his hands and crosses his arms.

It should look ridiculous, a man as tall and broad as Sandro standing in front of him holding a sweater by one sleeve and wearing nothing but a petulant child's frown.

"This is mine," Vieri states, and Derek blanches before he can pretend to be confused.

Technically, yes.