Being carried up a hill in a strong man's arms was decidedly pleasant, though unsettling, since her right bare breast was pressed into his unshirted chest, and she felt every shift of his fingers along her spine and thigh. "You could have at least let me adjust my towel," she said. He glanced down at her, and with her arm occupied in holding on, there was nothing she could do but endure the heated perusal. "Why would I want to do that?" he grinned. Her eyes narrowed. "He's always been this way, Lauren," Marcus commented. "God knows I've tried to beat it out of him." Josh snorted. "Like a little prissy fairy like you could beat up anyone." "If you're going to act like a homophobic Neanderthal," Marcus remarked, moving ahead to open the side door of Lisette's house, "I'm not going to play with you anymore. Do you need some help?" Josh's grip on Lauren tightened and Marcus clucked. "You see," he informed Lauren. "He doesn't share." Josh's face suffused with color. He looked as if he might defend his actions with some excuse, but in the end he said nothing.
