We don’t say anything about it while we clean up and try to put my room to rights. I know Shane heard. I know he’s not ready to admit it either. And Pen seems like she’s in a daze.

"I'll see if the coast is clear." I offer, pulling on my pants.

Penelope nods and pads behind me. I open the door, slowly. Looks okay. Pen stands on her tiptoes and kisses me in the doorway. “I love you, too,” she whispers.

I feel Shane at her back, feel his face near mine as he kisses the back of her neck. This is good. Too good. Does she know he loves her too? That someday he’ll say it?

He pushes her into me a little more, and I start getting hard again. Bad idea. We need to get her back into my sister’s room undetected.

“What the fuck?”

Oh, shit.

That was not a whisper. That was loud enough to wake the house.

And it was Jenna, my sister. In the hall. Outside my door. Hands on hips, her eyes squinted, her mouth breathing fire.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Shane

I am coming off the biggest sex high of my life when I see Jenna in the hall freaking the fuck out.

Shit.

Jenna just caught her best friend doing the walk of shame out of her brother’s room. And it wasn’t just Fletch that Penelope was having sex with. We are all busted.

We’re in the hall, and I close the door behind me because it smells like sex in there and that seems a little counterintuitive to calming this chick down.

“What the fuck is going on?” Jenna yells.

“Calm down, Jenna. You’re going to wake up Mom and Dad,” Fletch says in his very reasonable voice.

But Jenna is not a girl easily reasoned with.

“I don’t fucking care! What did you two do to her?”

Penelope grabs her wrist and speaks in a hushed tone, “Nothing. It’s not like that. It’s...complicated.”

Jenna points at Fletch. “I asked you to take care of her, not take advantage of her. How could you do this?”

Pen is still trying to calm her down. “They didn’t take advantage of me.”

“They?” Jenna’s voice rises to stadium levels. “They’re both doing you?”

“Oh my God.” Penelope buries her face in her hands. My immediate instinct is to wrap my arm around her, but I don’t want to make a bad situation worse.

“What’s going on out here?”

Fletch’s face turns white as he hears his mother’s voice. Oh man, bad situation just got worse.

“Mrs. Fletcher,” I say, trying to sound neutral. “Jenna just learned that Fletch and Penelope are dating and she’s a little upset that nobody told her. We’ll try to keep it down, but you can go back to bed.”