Whether Bethany meant to or not, she pushed Adam's buttons.  He felt like she was questioning whether he was man enough to handle things or if he was a wuss.<br/><br/>"It's not about cuddling up, Bethany.  It's going to be a cold night, even if I started facing away.  I'm going to roll over in my sleep and snuggle up to whoever is sleeping next to me.  I imagine we'll all end up snuggled by morning.  That's not what is bothering me."  His words were firm.  Bethany had implied he was a wimp.<br/><br/>"It's not me that I'm worried about.  I'm worried that one of you will get her panties in a twist because I roll over in my sleep and grab someone's tit."  He snorted.  "I probably will.  That's just how I spoon up in bed."<br/><br/>He shook his head.  "That's just the tip of the iceberg.  What I'm really worried about is jealousy.  If I end up snuggling up to you, would Heather, Helen and Anico think I'm playing favorites?  We're going to need each other to survive the next few days.  We can't afford you four to get pissy with each other."<br/><br/>Maybe he was being silly, but Adam didn't think so.  Tempers flared under tension.  He's seen locker room brawls over pointless shit.  Girls, err, women could be even worse.  Men usually sounded off when pissed off.  Women could blow the smallest of things out of proportion and also held grudges.  They didn't have time for estrogen bullshit.