Shane nods, but he’s watching me closely. Too closely. “Yeah. I want to finish my coffee first.” He looks like he’s doing some sort of complicated math in his head as his gaze moves from me to Fletch back to me.

“A’ight. We’ll go to the dorms this afternoon. After the game. Pack up little bit.”

I turn to argue again, but Fletch has left the kitchen. I turn back to Shane and he’s grinning. It’s not a pleasant grin, I don’t think. “What?”

“Little sister has a crush on Fletch.”

“What? No.” I shake my head. “He’s hardly spoken ten words a year to me since I’ve known him, but now all of the sudden, he thinks he can just tell me what to do.”

Shane leans over me, trapping me in yet another cage of muscley man arms this morning while he tops off my coffee cup. I’m like centimeters away from his pectoral muscles. I could literally stick out my tongue and lick him. I press my lips together so hard they might bleed.

Do not lick the boy, Winters.

He eases back slowly. “Some girls like it when boys tell them what to do.”

Is it possible for labia to quiver? Because I think mine is quivering. What does Shane tell girls to do, I wonder?

No, no, no. Not going there. At least not until later when I’m alone.

“Not this girl,” I lie. I mean...I like knowing Fletch cares. And I like feeling protected. And I might like to be told what to do in bed because that sounds sexy, and since I don’t know what to do in bed, it would be a real time saver. But someone, some guy, just telling me how to live my life? No. No thank you.

And really, I need to stop thinking about Fletch and Shane and the word bed.

Oh, shit. Fletch and Shane and bed all in one thought. In one bed. Now I know what my next research category on the porn website is going to be.

“Fletch is a good guy. Too serious sometimes, but a good guy. You could do worse. You could do me.” Shane waggles his eyebrows, and it’s disgustingly charming.

I sip my coffee, if that is what we are calling it. “If I had a crush on either of you, which I don’t, it would be disastrous. You guys are made for different kinds of girls.”

Shane folds his arms across his chest, causing a really nice biceps bulge. “Sweetheart, I’m made for any kind of girl. You just say the word.”

He is definitely teasing me. “Right. Can we get back to the part about me not moving in. It would help if you would talk to him about it while you guys are on your run. He’ll listen to you.”