"Need some help, bro?" Dorian asks, striding slowly to one side of the bed and stripping hurriedly.
"Don't you dare laugh," Sean growls. "She's in a mood."
"Looks like a fun mood." He lifts the bedcovers and a lazy half-smile curls his fine lips. "Did you talk to her at all?"
Suddenly confused, my eyes flick back and forth frantically from one handsome face to the other as Dorian slides into the bed. They arranged this? Planned that Sean would start whatever this discussion is supposed to be with me? Sean rolls us to our side, forcing one arm behind my back where his brother captures it in an iron grip as he sidles up close behind me.
"Does it look like I had a chance to talk to her?"
