Page 6 of Only in Your Dreams

I make a face. “The French exchange student from your grade? Or the Australian?”

“She’s from Sweden.” Parker wiggles his eyebrows. “She’s loud. Enjoys a little voyeurism—”

“Gross, Parker. I get that hearing questionable sounds is probably part of the deal now we’re living together, but I thought you’d at least give me a grace period.”

“You do get a grace period, sis,” Parker says with a shit-eating grin that instantly has me dreading his next set of words. “You won’t be here this weekend to hear it.”

“And where exactly will I be?”

“You’ll be taking my spot on the camping trip.”

I return a deadpan stare, letting the thought sink in. Waiting for some part of it to appeal to me. But it doesn’t. Spending my first weekend back home camping with Summer and…

And Zac Porter.

Absolutely fucking not.

“I’m not certain that’s the best idea,” I say, folding a pair of crisp, inky blue jeans.

“It’s a brilliant idea. You’ll have a great time. Get your mind off Connor. You can get a ride out with Summer—”

“I will not be attending.”

Parker laces his fingers behind his head. “Then I should warn you: I’m loud in bed. And she’s not a quiet little mouse, either.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Yup,” he says, popping thePsound. “And I won’t tame my impulses in my own apartment, big sis. So, unless you wanna go out and buy yourself a pair of industrial-grade earplugs, you’re in for a very long, long weekend.”

“Parker,” I groan, giving up on unpacking and tossing that pair of jeans back into my mess of a suitcase. “This is a horrible,horribleidea. I haven’t even got a tent!”

“You won’t need one,” Parker says. “I’ll make sure everything’s set up for you by the time you arrive at the campsite.”

I gesture at my suitcase. “Look at all this. I don’t have any camp-appropriate attire—”

He waves away my words. “You have until tomorrow morning to figure that out.”

“But—”

Parker grins. “You know, Ava and I have this thing for bondage. Rope, restraints…”

I rear. “You do that kind of thing? God, what am I asking—stop talking about this. Right now.”

He shrugs. “It’s great, if you’ve got the right partner—”

“Oh my God,okay,” I say loudly, tone begging for the end of this disturbing conversation. “I’ll go camping. But be prepared to take the brunt of my bitching when I’m back, and you better stock up on After Bite because mosquitosdevourme.”

Parker pouts. “PoorwittleMelody and her mosquito bites.”

I smack him on the knee. “You know they turn into these insane red welts—”

“It’ll all be worth it, Mels. You’ll see,” he says, grinning at the ceiling and proud as hell of himself. “This’ll be the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”

Chapter 2

Melody

“Ifeel like a proud dad, walking his kid to her first day of kindergarten.”

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