“Mind your own goddamn business, and keep your noses out of mine and my wife’s.” He starts to walk away but then says one more thing. “I have no idea what this tent is that you speak of, but if I have anything to say about it, none of you are going to get it.”

Then he takes my hand, and he charges us back to our emptied sex cabin.

It’s so weird not having my phone with me. Normally at night, I’d lie in bed, scroll through social media, maybe play a game on my phone, but without my device, I feel…weird, lost. Like I don’t know what to do with my hands while Wilder is in the bathroom, getting ready for bed.

I don’t know how to feel about what happened tonight. It was kind of comical, kind of insane, slightly embarrassing. Just a bunch of chaos—probably the best way to put it.

The bathroom door opens, and Wilder walks out in his typical sleep shorts, but this time, instead of wearing a T-shirt to bed like he has been the last few nights, he’s shirtless, and once again, my eyes wander all over his chest, as if I’ve never seen a man before.

“I’m still fucking fuming,” he says as he turns off the bathroom light, casting him in a shadow from the light on my nightstand. “I mean, who the fuck do they think they are? Trying to make you feel bad because they have an issue with us having the sex cabin? Jesus Christ, grow up.”

He flips the covers down and then gets in the bed.

Not used to seeing him this worked up, I say, “Do you think that Chad will rub the nipple tonight and ask for three wishes?”

“Knowing him, he’ll try it.” Wilder lies down and places one of his arms under his head. From the corner of my eye, I shamelessly watch his chest move up and down as he breathes. His pecs look much larger from this angle, and the divots in his stomach look sharper, more defined.

I shouldn’t be looking, but here I am, drooling over my best friend’s brother.

Has it really been that long for me? I think back to the last time Matt and I were intimate. Yeah, it’s been a long time. A really long time. Because even the last time we were together, he didn’t deliver.

I bet Wilder delivers every single time.

“Did you hear me?”

“Huh?” I ask, my brain snapping back into the present.

“I asked if you were okay.”

“Oh, uh, I mean, sort of. It was kind of a crazy night, you know? Chaotic.”