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Oh.

We?

Crap.

I bite my lower lip as Aaron gives me the full tour. It’s an open floorplan. There’s a kitchen to our right. The fridge is already full of beer and not much else. When I ask Aaron about food he laughs and says they grill outside and most of the food is kept in coolers. I shrug and decide not to worry about it. It’s not like I’ve been eating much as it is.

Next, he shows me through the living room area on our left and then down a wide hallway leading toward the back of the cabin.

“This here is the main bathroom. People will come in and out all night to use this one but in here,” he opens another door that leads into the lone bedroom. “There’s an attached bathroom that will be just ours. Everyone knows to stay out of bedrooms unless you know the cabin owner and have permission, so you won’t have to worry about anyone barging in on you.”

I nod, eyeing the single bed in the middle of the room. A queen-sized wooden sleigh bed. But there’s just the one and I don’t know Aaron all that well.

Sensing my apprehension, Aaron reaches out and places a hand on my shoulder. “You okay?” His brows pull down and a small crease appears on his forehead.

I nod. “Yeah. I was just wondering … ummm … where should I sleep?”

He clears his throat and shuffles his feet before saying, “I kinda figured you’d crash here, with me. I mean, If that’s okay.”

I flick a glance toward him and then back to the bed, twisting the teal corded bracelet around my wrist.

“I’m not expecting anything to happen between us,” he rushes to add. “I probably didn’t think this through but I figured you’d take one side and I’d take the other. Cool?”

I bite my lip. It makes sense. I’m mature enough to share a bed with a cute boy. I can do this. Right? No big deal.

Shoving my apprehension aside, I say, “Yeah. Cool.”

He grins.

“Alright, then. Let’s go out and grab a beer. I don’t know about you, but after the drive, I could use one.”

SEVEN

Roman

Ipull up to the Shadle Creek campgrounds in Dominique’s Escalade. I would have preferred to drive my old-as-shit El Camino but Dom’s ride has more space, so here we are. Emilio sits passenger while Dominique is sprawled out in the backseat, snoring louder than a lawnmower. He doesn’t usually let me drive. He’s got control issues. But he’s fucking beat. We all are.

We killed it in tonight’s game winning twenty-four to three. It was a slaughter. But because of tonight’s game, we’re getting out to the campgrounds later that I would have liked. At least we still managed to make decent time.

“Wake up,cabrón.We’re here.”

Dominique groans but pushes himself into a sitting position before rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The three of us stare at the circle of cabins in front of us with varying expressions. Emilio is hyped as fuck and already has his door flung open. His hair is still wet. We all showered after the game in the locker rooms before heading out, so when he whips out of the car, water droplets smack me in the face.

Asshole.

Dom is his usual impassive self but side-eyes me as he grabs his shit from the back. It only takes a second for me to figure out why when all the blood inside me heats and anger spikes in my chest.

Allie is here, and just exited the first cabin with Aaron Henderson.Fucking Henderson. Just the sight of that wannabe asshole makes my blood boil. I told her to stay away from him.

I grit my teeth and tighten my hands on the steering wheel.

“Bro, come on,” Emilio calls, slamming his door and grabbing his duffel from the back. Dom meets my eyes in the rearview mirror.

“You gonna eye-fuck the girl all weekend?” he asks.

“Fuck you.” I flip him off.

He snorts and climbs out of the backseat, grabbing his bag before heading off to follow Emilio to our cabin. I watch them in my peripheral but I don’t take my eyes off Allie. She looks good. Real good. She’s changed her clothes since I last saw her at school, trading in her white jeans and flowing top for black, ripped jeans and a basic t-shirt. The top dips low in the front exposing a thin line of cleavage and I’m already envisioning her naked breasts.