And part of it is I like watching them both sweat it out. We all know what happens later, and the tension is off the charts because of it.

But I’m not having a good time here. The music is too loud. The smell of beer and puke is annoying. And Aylie, the coach’s daughter, just walked in.

Shit.

I haven’t seen her in a few weeks, and the last time I did, I told her that Penelope was my girlfriend so she would stop hitting on me. She’s just turned eighteen, and she is Coach’s little princess. I wouldn’t make a move on her even if I wasn’t involved in this threesome thing we have going.

But I feel strange claiming Pen as mine in public when it’s the three of us that are...together. Shane probably doesn’t care, but I do. I don’t like the thought of erasing him from our...relationship is the closest word to what we’re doing...even if it’s just in public and doesn’t affect what we do at home.

I’m about to call a meeting with the two of them when I catch Penelope’s orange sweater in the corner of my eye. She’s talking to Jones.

The guy she went on a date with before we all agreed to not date anyone outside the house.

I’ve never been the jealous type before this year. But as the red haze clouds my vision, I have to count to ten. Penelope is not my possession. And she has agreed to not date anyone else right now, and I trust her. I can’t explain why my heartbeat is roaring in my ears or why I want to smash the cheap-ass pallet board college furniture in the room. Why I want to grab our girl and fuck her against the wall so everyone knows she’s mine. I mean ours.

My eyes narrow as I start marching toward the prick.

Shane steps into my path. “Zoinks, Fred. You look a little upset.”

I shrug him off. “Leave it, Shane.”

“Nope.” He directs me into the kitchen with a hard shove. Guy is strong. “You’re about to do something stupid. That’s my job, remember? You’re the smart one. I’m the impulsive one.”

“I’m not going to—”

“Dude, you’re my best friend. I know you better than anyone. You can lie to yourself, but you can’t lie to me. You’ve got the nuclear glow of testosterone around you. So chill here for a minute before you do something stupid.”