Not about Dane naked.
I slide a glance at him.
He’s turned his back on me and ducked back into the shower.
“I didn’t see anything,” I lie.
“Not like I have anything you haven’t seen before,” he replies.
I think.
He’s talking into the showerhead, and I’m trying to not stare at his perfect ass cheeks.
“I didn’t want to let Lorelei in while it’s clear someone’s sleeping on the couch.”
“Good call.”
He doesn’t invite me into the shower with him.
I don’t ask to join him.
And as I’m thinking this can’t get any worse, my phone dings loudly with an incoming text message. The sound echoes around the room.
Dane doesn’t turn back to look at me. Instead, he keeps scrubbing his head under the flow of water.
I glance at my phone.
The preview tells me Lorelei stopped by to ask if we wanted to participate in the ... and then I can’t see any more of the message.
But if I check the message and she sees I checked the message, she’ll know I wasn’t having sex with her brother.
And now I’m thinking about Dane naked again.
It’s going to be a long, long,longnight.
Chapter 13
Dane
It’s official.
I have taken self-torture to new heights.
Pretending to be engaged to my high school crush, when she has no idea how I’ve ever felt about her, is messing with my head.
So is the fact that she’s every bit as fun as I thought she’d be.
Every bit as bright.
And completely not interested.
While I was jerking off in the shower to fantasies of making love to her after staring at her in her bathing suit wearing my engagement ring all night, she was going out of her way to not look at any part of me while warning me that my sister had shown up.
I give it a 65 percent chance she saw what I was doing.
Thank fuck she couldn’t possibly know what was going on in my mind.
I’m almost feeling normal again early the next morning as we drive into town.
