Page 201 of Well That Happened

“Only if they find out,” Caleb says, already yanking me closer.

“Which they will, because this bed is made for two people, not four!”

But they’re already arranging themselves—Hunter pressed against the wall, me next to him, Caleb spooning me from behind, and Grayson… looking at the very limited space remaining.

“Floor?” he suggests.

“Don’t you dare,” I say. “Just… squeeze in.”

What follows is five minutes of the most ridiculous Tetris game ever played, complete with whispered arguments, someone’s elbow in someone else’s ribs, and Caleb getting kicked at least twice. Once in the nuts, apparently—which is very painful.

Finally, we settle in. Hunter is on his back with my head on his chest, Caleb pressed against my back, and Grayson somehow folded around all of us like the world’s most patient human blanket.

“Nobody moves,” I warn. “Nobody breathes loud. Nobody—”

“Riles?” Caleb whispers.

“What?”

“I’m kinda horny.”

“Shush. You’re fine,” I say, wiggling closer to his warmth.

Hunter curses under his breath. “Abso-fucking-lutely not.”

I hear Caleb chuckle. “By the way, your grandma was totally hitting on me.”

Hunter groans. “She was not.”

“She said I had ‘good energy’ and asked if I knew how to foxtrot.”

“That’s just how she talks,” Hunter insists.

“She touched my bicep.”

“Caleb, I swear to God—”

“Boys,” I interrupt. “Sleep. Now.”

Silence falls. Grayson asks quietly, “Did anyone else notice Hunter’s dad keeps a color-coded spreadsheet of his wine collection?”

“With subcategories for region and vintage,” Caleb adds. “I respect the organization.”

“You would,” Hunter mutters.

I’m about to threaten them all when footsteps sound in the hallway. We freeze like guilty teenagers.

The steps pause outside my door.

Nobody breathes.

Then they continue on, and we all exhale as one.

“First one to make a sound gets murdered,” I whisper.

“Kinky,” Caleb breathes against my neck.

I elbow him. He just pulls me closer.

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