Page 103 of Well That Happened

He spins back around. “It’s fine.”

It’s notfine. He looks like he’s about to have a coronary.

But no one pushes it.

Keys get handed out. Bags get hoisted. And somehow, this trip just got a whole lot more interesting.

The hotel room door swings open and… oh.

Yeah. This is going to be a disaster.

Two queen beds. One chair. One small table. A TV mounted to the wall and a floor space so limited, you’d have to turn sideways to change your mind.

“Cozy,” Caleb says again, wheeling his duffel in with a grin.

Grayson steps inside behind him, cool and unreadable—except for the way his eyes flick to me and linger just long enough to do damage.

Hunter’s the last one in. His bag hits the floor with a thud. The tension rolls off him in waves.

Caleb immediately dives onto the nearest bed. “Dibs!”

I raise an eyebrow. “Are we twelve?”

“Mentally? Absolutely,” he says, stretching like a smug cat. “Also, this one has a better view of the TV.”

Hunter mutters something unintelligible and claims the other bed by sitting on the edge like he’s about to internally combust.

Grayson leans against the dresser, arms folded, taking it all in with that usual deadpan calm.

Caleb bounces once on the mattress, then reaches up and kisses me—quick, warm, boyish. Just because he can.

“I’m gonna set up in the bathroom,” I say, grabbing my toiletry kit and escaping to the tiny bath. It smells like lemon cleaner. I unpack my things, arrange my toothbrush, and take a breath.

When I step back out, Caleb’s adjusting himself and smirking.

“I might need a pregame spank session later,” he says under his breath, voice low.

“Excuse me?” I hiss, laughing under it.

“Just keeping morale high,” he replies, deadpan.

Everyone’s on edge. Not in a bad way—just charged. Amped. Like we’re all coiled springs stretched too far.

I sit on the corner of Caleb’s bed, cross-legged. The hum of the city beyond the window is muffled but steady.

My phone buzzes.

Caleb:All clear.

Attached are his test results.

My breath catches just a little, heart skipping. I glance up and meet his eyes across the room. His expression is warm. Smitten. A little bit cocky.

Then a second message lands.

Also from Caleb.

Caleb:So is Gray.

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