I step toward him, curving my arms around his shoulders. “Neither,” I murmur.

“I didn’t know there was a third option.” Seeing the heat in my eyes and recognizing what it means, his voice is husky.

“There is.”

His hands stroke my hips. “Ah, I see. And is this third option going to happen out here, or in there?”

A sudden blast of memory hits. Unexpectedly, I’m back at the Dacre forest, standing a few feet away from the lake as Shane and Bree have sex right in front of me.

I ...