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Conor chuckles. “We’ll be your wingmen.”

“Totally,” Aidan agrees. “We’ll get you laid this week. Although…” He glances around the living room, and then scratches the back of his neck. “You might want to go to her place. Since your sleeping arrangements leave a lot to be desired.”

I snort as I stretch. My back and neck are sore from driving. “Thanks for the advice.”

This place has three bedrooms. Originally, we each had a room, with Aidan and Conor sharing with their girlfriends. Then, Eve entered the equation. I’d rather sleep on the sofa than let her, but having my bedroom double as a common space does make the likelihood of me having sex this week highly unlikely.

So does Eve’s presence, if I’m being honest.

I like her as much as I did freshman year. More, the longer I’m around her. She’s different from anyone else I’ve ever met.Any other girl I’ve ever dated. I noticed it the first time we spoke, and I’ve felt flickers of it the few times we’ve interacted since. I don’t know how to explain or rationalize it, I just know it exists. And I know it means my celibacy streak would have continued, even if we were in Miami or Mexico or some other stereotypical spring break destination crawling with drunk college students and I had my own hotel room.

“I’m gonna go shower,” Conor announces.

“Yeah, you do stink,” Aidan tells him.

Conor rolls his eyes, then heads for the stairs.

I flop down on the couch doubling as my bed to watch TV with Aidan.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

EVE

“What about this top?” Rylan asks, spinning around with her arms out so we can see the shirt she’s modeling from every angle.

Harlow tilts her head, considering. “Yeah, I like the green better.”

“Eve?”

I set down the tube of concealer I was using to cover the dark circles under my eyes. I never fell back asleep after Dickgate, and it turns out pretending to be unconscious while actually being awake is extra exhausting.

I twist around, glancing at the maroon one-shouldered top on the bed, then at the satin halter shirt Rylan’s holding up to the jeans she’s wearing. A shade of green I’d call…hunter.

“Green,” I say.

Rylan nods. “A consensus. Love it.”

“Your clothes are so cute,” Harlow says, twisting another section of her hair around the barrel of the curling iron. “Now I feel like I have nothing to wear tonight.”

“You can borrow whatever,” Rylan offers, nodding toward her oversized, overflowing suitcase.

“Except you wear fun colors, and fun colors make me look like I’m wearing a traffic cone on my head.”

I snort a laugh. “Harlow.”

“It’s true!” She sets down the curling iron, grabs the top, and holds it up. “See?!”

The maroon lacedoesclash with her red hair. But it doesn’t make it lookorange.

“Go naked,” I suggest.

“Helpful, Eve, thanks.” She twists another section of hair, then smirks. “I’ll leave that to Hunter.”

“Um,hello? What did I miss?” Rylan glances back and forth between us. “When was Hunter naked?”

“It’s a long story,” I say.

“Eve walked in on Hunter in the shower last night,” Harlow supplies.

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