She replies almost instantly.

Sammy: YES GIRL!!!! So are you and the stalker back together?? Is that what you want??

Me: **Shrugging emoji** he was gone when I woke up.

Sammy: WTF what a douche!!! Want to go get breakfast off campus? We can drink mimosas and bitch about beautiful boys.

Me: Do you have a car?

Sammy: Of course. Get dressed I’ll come grab you in our cart.

Me: KK see you soon.

I try to jump up from the bed, but my limbs protest and I groan, pushing my hand between my thighs and gripping my battered pussy. Rolling more sedately off the mattress, I head back to the bathroom for a much-needed shower. When I’ve washed all the dried cum off my body, I get dressed in a pretty pale-blue sundress and then use concealer to cover the worst of the visible hickeys Sebastian gave me. I’m pretty sure I left some on him too, so it won’t take a genius to figure out what happened between us last night.

When I’m as presentable as I’m going to get this morning and walking as tenderly as I can, I descend the stairs hoping to avoid my housemates—especially Sebastian—until I can decide what to do about him.

“Morning, sis,” Evan says, walking out of his bedroom door just as I hit his landing. “Rough night?” he asks with a wink.

“Urgh,” I groan, “You’d have thought with as much money as your families have, they’d invest in some soundproofing.”

“All the bedrooms are soundproofed, all except yours. Normally I’d be totally down for a free porn soundtrack to fall asleep to, but then just as I was drifting off you’d go again and again and again. If I’m honest I’m impressed with both of y’alls stamina. I’m actually surprised you can walk at all today.”

“Oh my god, Evan,” I cringe, punching him in the arm as we walk down the stairs side by side. “Did you even consider just not telling me you heard me having sex last night?”

He wrinkles his brow for a second as he thinks, then he turns and smirks. “No.”

“God, I hate you.”

Dropping his arm across my shoulders he pulls me into the kitchen. “Having a sister is fun,” he laughs, only releasing me when Clay and Hunter both jump up from their chairs, turn their attention to me and start to clap.

“Fuck you,” I hiss, rolling my eyes as I flip them the bird, ignoring them as I grab a bottle of water from the drink cooler.

“Where’s Bastian?” Clay asks.

I shrug. “No clue.”

“Has he seen how short that dress is?” Hunter asks with a raised brow.

“He bought it, so I’m going to go with yes, but as he’d gone before I woke up this morning I’m also going to suggest he wouldn’t care either way.” I have no idea why I’m telling them this. We’re not friends and they’re firmly team Sebastian, they’ve proved that over and over. But a part of me wants to know what they think. If they’re as shocked as I am that he ghosted me this morning, or if this is standard operating procedure for him.