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Huh. That’s a good point. “Really?”

He shoots me a be-serious look. “Yes. Geez, Harlow.”

Rubbing my thumb over the cool metal of the spoon, I nod. “Alright then. When can we go get my stuff?”

“Whenever you want.”

“Not tonight.”

Grayson laughs. “No. Not tonight.”

My stomach flips. “I was supposed to be going on my honeymoon tomorrow.”

“Fuck. I’m sorry.”

I shake my head. “Not your fault. I wonder if we can get any of our money back.”

He’s quiet for a second. “Fuck it, don’t cancel.”

I frown. “What do you mean?”

“Go instead.”

“Go…”

“On your honeymoon.”

There’s no fucking way. What would I even do in Vegas by myself? That sounds awful and boring. “Ew. No thanks. That sounds depressing.”

It wouldn’t be if Gray went too, though. It’s been a long time since we’ve done anything like that together, and it is all paid for. I’d just need to transfer the ticket from Josh to him. “Unless you wanted to go with me.”

Grayson’s eyes widen, and his mouth falls open. “On your honeymoon?”

I shrug. “I mean… it’s not really a honeymoon if I’m literally not even getting married. More like a vacation.” A sad, depressing single-man vacation. Super fun and exciting. Ugh. “A friendcation.”

Grayson seems to think about that for a second, his eyes searching mine. “You’re sure? You don’t want to just get your money back?”

“Why? Sure, I could, but it’s already spent. It’s not like I really need it back. It could be fun to get away. And Josh can get over it. Letting me take our honeymoon is the least he can do.”

Plus, I haven’t spent nearly as much time with Gray as I’d like to. We used to be inseparable, and yeah, we grew up and got lives and jobs and shit, but like… shouldn’t we still be allowed to hang out and just… be those kids we used to be? Only as adults, of course.

“You know what? Yeah. That sounds good.”

A bolt of excitement shoots through me. “Really?”

A smile spreads across his face, and I can’t help but smile too. “Yeah, I think it would be fun. What time are the flights?”

“Tomorrow afternoon. Leaves at five.”

Grayson nods, almost to himself. “Alright, yeah. We’d probably just need to run by Josh’s so you can pack, right?”

I groan. Fucking asshole. “I already am packed. My suitcase is ready to go in our bedroom.” I shake my head. “His bedroom.”

Sitting back on the couch and turning to the TV, Gray smiles. “Okay. I’ll pack in the morning, and then I’ll take you to pick up your stuff.”

“I don’t want to see him,” I say softly, picking at my fingers before catching myself and tucking my hands under my thighs.

Gray reaches across the couch and squeezes my knee. “I’ll go with you, and I can get your stuff myself if I need to.”