We both stopped, stared at each other, and I moved around to the bathroom.

Bryce let me go.

When I came back, his door was shut and the lights were off. I stood there from indecision and finally just went to my own room. I crawled underneath the covers and flipped to my side.

To my surprise…the first nightmare ripped through me at breakneck speed. When I gasped awake, my heart pounding, I looked at the clock and saw I’d been asleep for two hours. I shook my head weakly, trying to clear all thoughts, but the shiver still ran down my spine. The goose bumps on my arms weren’t from the cold. I didn’t think about it. I didn’t plan it—nothing. I just got out of bed and crawled into Bryce’s.

I slipped underneath his bedcovers and heard his deep breaths. He was still asleep.

I scooted closer and nuzzled into his side, needing his warmth.

“Hey,” he murmured, tiredly, as he wrapped an arm around my waist. Bryce nearly pulled me over his body then. He nuzzled against my neck and promptly fell back asleep.

That’s when I closed my eyes and I welcomed the fog that settled on my mind.

The next time I woke, someone pounced on me. It wasn’t Bryce. I opened my groggy eyes to see Corrigan beaming back at me. He laid down on me with his clothes, my clothes, and the blankets between us.

He rested his chin on top of his clasped hands, right on my chest and smiled.

“Go away,” I grumbled and tried to roll out from underneath him.

Corrigan countered my move and merely spread his legs, entrapping me within his hold.

“Corrigan.” I yawned as I tried to wrestle my arms out from underneath the blanket. I was paralyzed and gave up. Corrigan’s weight held me captive.

To my surprise, Bryce moved awake beside me. He yawned as he placed one hand on Corrigan’s shoulder and shoved him off.

“Get off,” he mumbled and tucked me underneath his body. He placed a protective arm and leg over me as he glared at Corrigan on the floor.

“Morning, guys,” Corrigan said cheerfully and he threw himself on top of us again.

“You are too damn cheerful,” I complained and nestled against Bryce’s chest.

“Get lost, man,” Bryce scowled, but he bit back a grin. The effect was gone.

“Do you guys ever do it doggie-style?” Corrigan asked.

And I came awake. “Get out of here!” I shoved out from underneath Bryce and tucked my body to throw Corrigan to the floor.

Corrigan laughed, “Thought that’d wake you up.” He jumped to his feet and exclaimed, “Let’s go. Come on. Morning’s a-wasting.”

Bryce cursed and grumbled as he sat up against the headboard, “I forgot you were a morning person.”

I rolled back underneath the blankets and glared.

“I feel very intimate with you guys,” Corrigan remarked and flung himself back on the bed. He squeezed into the middle and glanced at us both. “Is this how it’s like when you two do your thing? I feel like I’m a part of something. I think my life has been changed forever. I’m going to marry the next girl I bang. I swear it. I want to feel this intimacy.”

“Shut up,” I growled.

Bryce didn’t say anything, he just flipped and rolled Corrigan under him. As the two started wrestling, I went in search for the bathroom. The two were still going at it when I emerged so I headed upstairs to the kitchen.

Katrice was cleaning dishes and said brightly, “Oh! There you are. I’m just finishing up here. Corrigan told me that you like coffee. Would you like a cup? I know that Harve said you seemed to enjoy it yesterday.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Raimler.”

“Oh. Please,” she huffed and poured a cup for me. Setting it on the countertop, she reflected, “You’re doing me such a favor, honey.”

Huh? “What do you mean?”

“Well,” she blinked. “I get to see Corrigan around the house. He’s usually out of the house after he’s grabbed a quick bite to eat. And heavens know when he gets home at night. He’s always gone spending time with his friends. You know, he really adores you and Bryce. He talks about you guys all the time.”

I didn’t know what to say.

“You two are such a good influence on him.”

My mouth dropped, “Huh?”

“You are. Both of you just calm him down. Corrigan used to get so riled up in school. We got called so much because he fought all the time. Harve and I noticed a change in our Corrigan when he started talking about Bryce and Sheldon. The calls stopped after that.”

“I think that was around the time of puberty,” I said dryly. “Corrigan noticed girls.”

“The Harve and I thought about that too. We thought that was the change in him, but Stephen told us about him one time. He saw his older brother at the mall with you two and it was a new Corrigan.”

Who would’ve thought it? I was a good influence. I wasn’t buying it.

Katrice busied herself cleaning the counter as she muttered, “At least we don’t get calls from the police anymore. That was stressful. We got calls almost once a month, sometimes two times. If we only get one a year now, we’re grateful.”

Corrigan in jail? Never.

Just then Corrigan sprinted up the stairs, breathless.

“Hey, mom,” he greeted and stopped abruptly at my chair.

I noticed two red gashes on his chin and saw another long red scrape that wrapped around his neck. Rug burn.

“Bryce beat you, didn’t he?” I laughed.

Corrigan flushed. “He did not. It was mutual.”

“Oh, honey.” Katrice rolled her eyes to the heavens above and sighed, “You’re always getting yourself into these scrapes. We’ve talked about this. You don’t always have to be the alpha male. Sometimes, it’s okay to be the beta. You actually have more personality—”

“Mom!” Corrigan interrupted. “We’re not talking about this.”

“Honey. You have my family’s wild side in you. I have atoned for this. Really.

I’m to blame, but I’ve seen your friend, Bryce. He is not a beta male. And you grew up being comfortable as the alpha male in this household. I know that sometimes you’re going to rebel, but I really think you’ll benefit in the long run when you’re flexible and can adapt to being the beta or the alpha male.”

“Mother,” he hissed through clenched teeth.