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“I can’t believe I even have to ask this again,” I growl, regretting every decision that led me to this moment. “But where is everyone sleeping?”

All I get in response are blank stares and a shrug from Taylor, who clearly thinks this is hilarious.

It’s fucking not.

Why does this always happen to me? How do I end up surrounded by too many exes and not enough goddamn beds?

The RV has two tiny bunks, a pullout couch that would only be comfortable for someone under five feet tall, and two assholes currently snickering like teenage girls.

I turn my glare on both of them. “No. Do not make this weird.”

Taylor smirks. “I think we passed weird years ago.”

“We all know who I'm sleeping with.” Christian throws an arm around Arya, kissing her temple. “We'll take the bottom bunk.”

Tay jabs a thumb over his shoulder at Huck. “I licked him, so he's mine. Top bunk for us.”

Huckslee offers a semi-apologetic smile, but I don’t miss the way he glances at Logan sulking in the corner. Devon’s not much better, slouching against the kitchenette as he scowls out the window.

“Fine,” I sigh heavily, gesturing toward the pullout. “Who sleeps here?”

Silence.

Huck shifts awkwardly beside Logan, worrying his bottom lip. His attention bounces between me and his best friend like I have some magic cure for whatever the fuck is happening with him.

Newsflash: I don’t. He’s no longer my responsibility.

A slow, mischievous smile crawls across Taylor's face. “I mean, you and Logan are married⁠—”

“Absolutely not.”

Logan doesn't even look up from the floor. “Yeah, I’d rather not.”

Our friends exchange surprised glances as the air grows heavy, like a fist tightening around my lungs.

Christian lets out a low whistle. “Damn, you fucked up, chica.”

Growling in frustration, I snatch the nearest pillow and blanket. “I'll just fucking sleep outside.”

That catches Logan’s attention. “Salem⁠—”

“And I'll sleep with Logan,” Devon interrupts, shrugging like it's no big deal.

Logan’s head whips around to his uncle. He quickly hides his horrified expression, but not quick enough for me to miss it.

“Great, problem solved,” I mutter, shouldering my bag before stomping toward the door. “Everyone go the fuck to sleep. We have to be up in a few hours

A chorus of goodnights trails behind me, but the only response I have is the slam of the door. I climb into the bed of Taylor’s truck, pulling my blanket tight around me despite the summer heat. It's quiet, with nothing more than the sounds of crickets and cicadas humming. Stars scatter across the night sky like glitter, but my thoughts are so loud that I can’t bring myself to enjoy any of it.

Staring up at them, my heart sits heavy in my chest at the memory of Logan's mumbled rejection. Not that long ago, he would have jumped at the opportunity to share a bed.

I hate that he can still surprise me. I hate that a part of me wonders what he sees when he looks at me now, if he sees the woman he fell in love with or just some homie-hopping asshole.

I roll onto my side and curl into myself, closing my eyes as I recall the first time I noticed him at prom during our senior year of high school.

“Where the fuck is he going?” Taylor grumbles, scowling over my shoulder.

I fumble with the straps of my dress. “Who?”