4
Teagan
“So…” Luke said conversationally, setting his lantern on the picnic table before hopping up next to it and parking his ass. “What exactly did you two do in my tent tonight? You know, I don’t call it the love shack for nothing. I mean, did you see those stains on the ceiling? Impressive, right?”
“Eww,” I said as JB snarled at him with a deadly glower and muttered, “It’s none of your f*****g business what we did.”
Luke’s eyebrows popped up, and his mouth formed an O before he turned my way, silently asking me what that was about.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head, refusing to get into it, then I glanced away guiltily. But my gaze ended up settling on JB, and God, he looked good stewing there in nothing but boxer shorts, his shoulders still as gorgeous as ever, even as sunburne
