Hera’s POV“You’re fucking kidding me,” I say, staring at the two-person tent my brother is holding up like a peace offering.“Forgot the extra one,” Ethan shrugs, already walking away. “Just share with Jake. It’s not a big deal.”It is a big deal. It’s a catastrophic deal. Because Jake Moran is the one person on this planet I cannot be horizontal next to in the dark without doing something I can’t undo. He’s my brother’s best friend, built from construction work and weekend rugby, and the reason I own a vibrator with a name I’d rather not disclose.“Heard we’re roommates tonight,” Jake says, walking over with his sleeping bag, that lazy half-grin pulling at his mouth.“Don’t make it weird,” I mutter, grabbing my bag off the ground.“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he says, but his eyes drag down my legs in a way that makes my skin prickle. He absolutely would.By midnight, the campfire is dying, and everyone’s crawling into their tents. I’m on my side with my back to Jake, pressing myself aga
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