Shane enters the kitchen first. “Hey, Jenna.” He’s cool and collected. Why can’t I be cool and collected? Like ever?

Jenna hugs him. “You’re looking good,” she says, squeezing his arm.

He flexes. “Eating all my spinach,” he jokes.

She’s checking him out. Oh, God. I’m jealous about it. This is bad. At least I know she won’t check out Fletch.

I don’t know what to do with these angry green feelings bubbling in my chest. I’ve never had them before. I pretend everything is okay while I get a pot of coffee going. This sucks.

I absolutely cannot get jealous feelings about either of these guys. We are not in a relationship. We are not dating. We are roommates with benefits.

Shit. Why did I ever think this was a good idea?

Fletch comes in and very carefully avoids my eyes.

Everyone talks normally, but inside my head, I’m replaying the raw desire I experienced not half an hour ago. In their hands. In their mouths. My God. I’m utterly mortified that I’m still turned on. This can’t be good. We don’t even know what we are or what we are doing with each other yet. It’s not like I can explain it to Jenna in a way that makes sense. But I’ve never held back anything from her. And this is the biggest thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m torn in two over this.

“Whose night is it to cook?” Fletch asks.

“Pizza night, dude.”

Jenna takes a sip of her coffee and grimaces at me. I shoulder shrug. I guess I’m getting used to cheap coffee. “You guys have nights to cook?”

Shane wraps his arm around me and pulls me into an almost brotherly hug. Which is so weird. “We’re a happy little family unit. Though little bit’s cooking skills are still pretty lame. She helped Fletch make cookies the other day, though.”

“Little bit?” she asks me.

I shrug again.

I notice Shane and Fletch having eye-talk again. Fletch nods.

“We should go out instead of delivery tonight,” Shane says out loud. “Show Jenna around some.”

I really want to get out of the house and away from the living room and the couch, so I agree. Probably a little too vehemently.

We all head out for pizza. Jenna wants to go to a party later, but this crowded restaurant is all the peopling I can manage tonight. That’s when I run into Jones.

“There you are,” he says. He hugs me, and it’s a weird sensation. He smells good, but not...right to me. Not like the men I’m getting used to. Maybe it’s pheromones. Maybe it’s soap. But he’s foreign to me.