"Where the hell have you two been? We're about to light the campfire," Benson Presley grumbled as he walked toward us carrying two bags of marshmallows.
"Do you really want me to answer that?" Easton murmured with a wicked grin.
He looked perfectly composed, but my breathing was still uneven, and my hair was a complete mess. When Ben realized what his brother meant, his eyes widened, and he handed us the bags.
"I'm going to pretend I never asked that question... and, of course, that I never heard the answer either," he said before walking away.
"Oh my God... I don't think I'll ever be able to look your brother in the eye again," I muttered, completely mortified.
"Don't exaggerate. The look on his face was pretty entertaining."
I looked down at the bag of marshmallows Ben had given us
