"Shit.." I whispered to myself, tripping over a rock and nearly toppling over. The campsite was beautiful, even I could admit that, despite not being what you'd call a nature girly. I had fought tooth and nail about where we were going for the weekend and unfortunately I lost, two to one. That's right. I'm the odd man out. That's what happens when you get brothers together. I should have known I'd get screwed over when Eli even mention the idea of Matt coming along.
So here I am...in the middle of nature...with my husband...that's Eli....and his brother. Don't get me wrong, I love Matt...but a romantic getaway in the mountains...doesn't usually include the older brother.
They'd already made fun of me the entire four hour drive about the outfit I had chosen to start our camping trip. They teased me about my tiny sports bra top and my - stylish but impractical - even tinier tennis skirt. I thought I was right on target with my timberlands and flannel layered over the top...but it IS feeling a little colder than I expected it to be. My nipples are nearly bursting out of this top straining to keep its contents inside and the wind is blowing my skirt up as I make my way over to Matt and Eli.
That's when I nearly trip over the rock. Eli is fully engrossed in his task and doesn't hear me but Matt turns just as I lose my balance and I land in his arms. Holy fuck. His arms. Had I not noticed? Was he always hiding this under his clothes? I stay a beat too long in his arms and I wonder if he can feel my nipples rubbing against his chest. Jesus. I scramble out of his arms and upright, laughing it off because silly me, what a klutz! I can't be attracted to my BROTHER in law. Get. It. Together.