Page 186 of Well That Happened

She stops mid-step when she sees us—me pressed between three very large, very attractive men.

Her eyes go wide. “Whoa. Okay.”

“Hey,” I squeak, trying to casually step out of Caleb’s arms. Grayson still has a hand on my waist. Hunter looks like he’s ready to throw me over his shoulder.

Jules blinks. “Did I interrupt… a meeting? Or… like… a group hug with abs?”

“No!” I say too fast. “Just, uh—friends visiting from home.”

“Right.” Her eyes flick between them. “Super friendly friends.”

Grayson offers a lazy smirk. Caleb waves. Hunter crosses his arms and says nothing, which somehow makes it worse.

“Well,” Jules says, backing toward her room. “Don’t let me interrupt whatever this… formation is. Just maybe, uh, sanitize surfaces after?”

She disappears before I can respond.

And I’m left standing in the middle of my living room, mortified.

Caleb grins. “She seems neat.” Then he nudges me with his elbow, eyes dancing. “So… we gonna see your room or what?”

I roll my eyes, but the flush in my cheeks betrays me. “Sure. It’s not much.”

I lead them down the short hallway and push open the door to my tiny, box-shaped sanctuary.

Grayson immediately ducks his head to step inside. Caleb whistles low. Hunter leans in, takes one look at the narrow twin bed, and mutters, “That’s not a bed. That’s a punishment.”

Caleb flops down sideways and his feet hang off the end. “This wouldn’t even fit Grayson’s left bicep.”

Grayson just raises a brow and smirks.

“I wasn’t exactly planning for a… crowd,” I say weakly.

Hunter glances over his shoulder toward the shared wall. “And I’m guessing your roommate doesn’t want to hear the four of us rediscovering your g-spot at midnight?”

“Hunter,” I hiss, cheeks flaming.

He shrugs. “Just being practical.”

Caleb stands and brushes off his jeans. “Okay. Hotel it is.”

“I should grab some clothes,” I say, moving toward my dresser.

“Absolutely not,” all three of them say in unison.

I freeze, blinking. “I’m sorry?”

“You’re not lifting a finger,” Grayson says firmly.

“We’ve got clothes,” Caleb adds.

Hunter’s mouth quirks. “And if not… we’ll figure something out.”

I should be embarrassed.

But mostly?

I’m smiling like a lunatic as I grab my bag anyway—just in case.

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