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Cyn raised a brow.

Zeke leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Can we sleep with you?”

I choked on my saliva. “What? Are you serious? She can sleep with me.” I grimaced, dreading lying awake all night listening to Maya’s snoring.

“It won’t be different from when Cyn and I sleep in the same bed. Your bed is big enough.”

I rubbed my eyes, exasperated. “That is so not the problem.”

They could easily fit in my king-size bed, but Maya could sleep with me.

“If it’s a problem for me to stay, I can catch the bus and pick up my car tomorrow,” Maya said, sensing the underlying tension.

“No.” I shook my head. “No, you’re fine.”

Zeke waved a hand. “She’s right. You’re fine. We’ll have a sleepover.”

I looked at him. “We will? Says who?”

“Please? It’ll be fun.”

I bit my lower lip. Would it hurt anything to allow them to share my bed? I knew Zeke wouldn’t hurt me. I didn’t think Cyn would either—especially with Zeke there.

Zeke’s pleading eyes remained on mine. He looked ready to vibrate out of his skin. Could I give him this?

At least with the guys, I knew they’d keep to their side of the bed. Hopefully they didn’t snore. Otherwise, I’d end up sleeping in the bathtub.

“Girl, if you don’t, I will. Look at his face. He’s like a puppy.” Maya giggled at her own joke, too tipsy to see the problem.

I took a deep breath through my nose, then exhaled slowly.

I wouldn’t justify how awful the idea of Maya sharing a bed with them made me feel with a response. Nope. Not going there. I’d already made my decision, anyway.

“The guys just need to get their clothes out of the room before you settle in. It’s already raining, and the storm’s expected to get worse.” I turned from Maya to Zeke and pointed at him. “You’re explaining it to Cyn. If he kills me, I swear to whatever deity there is out there, I will haunt you.”

“Great!” Maya clapped her hands. “I get the bed to myself, and you can sleep with your boys.”

I sputtered. “My boys?”

Maya had already moved on to chat with Ezra, oblivious to my shock and Zeke’s huge grin.

Ash glanced up at me as Zeke and Cyn went upstairs. “What’s going on?”

“Apparently, Zeke wants to sleep with me tonight.” I shook my head, glancing over at Maya chatting with Ezra, swaying a little on her feet. “With Cyn.”

Ash’s brows lowered. “Are you okay with that?”

I sat down next to him. “I don’t think Cyn will be okay with it.” Peeling the edges of a bottle’s label we left behind, I met his gaze. “Then there’s you…”

“What about me?”

“I don’t know if I did something earlier to upset you and make you run out of the room, but I didn’t mean anything bad by pointing out the scars.” I set the bottle on the table. “They don’t make you look any less attractive.”

“That wasn’t why I left.”

“Then why?” I faced him.

“It’s difficult to explain, but I promise it wasn’t you.” He placed his bottle on the table beside mine. “But what does that have to do with them sleeping in your bed? I asked if you were okay with it. Not them.”