The lights.
What are the—the lights. Right.
I fumble for the switch and flick it, but not all the way, so the lights get caught in a blinking pattern that probably means my uncle should have the wiring checked in the cabin.
But then I hit it again, and this time, I plunge the room into total darkness.
Except for the lights coming in from the bedroom and the shaft of porch light streaming through the bathroom window, which are illuminating Dane in all his glory.
“Get in here and shut the door,” he says.
He’s still hoarse.
He’s still sporting a very impressive hard-on, which I try just as hard to not look at, but it’s kind of unmissable.
Even without full bathroom lights on.
Justholy hell.
Have I ever been this affected by a penis?
Likely.
Just not for a long time.
“Should we make ... noises?” I ask.
“Shut the window.”
It’s the first time in the past two days that he’s been abrupt with me.
Hey, Dane, people think we’re engaged.Okay, cool.
My mom wants to know where my ring is.I’ll get you one.
I just watched you rubbing one out in the shower and we probably both know it.This has gone too far.
I leap to the window and wriggle it closed. It groans and creaks, which Lorelei can likely hear, but maybe she’ll think one of us makes really weird noises when we’re having sex.
And now I’m thinking about having sex.
With Dane.
My hometown BFF’s brother.
My pretend fiancé.
And it’s not just the shower steam heating up the bathroom.
Can’t be, actually. There’s not a lot of it, and if Dane’s anything like me, his shower tonight is on the cooler side to compensate for the heat of the day.
The dunk in the lake helped, but not enough once we dragged the canoe out of it and helped Chili back up to the cabin.
Much better.
Much, much better.
Think about a wet dog.
