I wasn’t sure I was prepared for how he was going to look in a tuxedo. Or how I was going to handle being with him in this house. Aubrey had made me pack the skimpiest swimsuit I owned, and I was already cringing at the thought of poolside wardrobe malfunctions. Not to mention the more pervasive mental image of me purposefully pulling the string on the back of my bikini because I wanted to show Liam more. Did I?

The first room we passed had two twin beds pushed up against opposite walls. A desk with a stack of leather-bound books was wedged beneath a windowsill.

Aubrey didn’t even pause. “Pass.”

Cam grumbled behind me. “It’s just a place to crash for a couple nights.”

The hallway pivoted right. For a tall, square house, the interior was oddly serpentine. The next door we passed was closed. I gripped the brass knob, but before I could twist it, a high-pitched squeak slipped out. I flinched, then realized the sound was coming from inside the room. There was another squeak, and another. Bedsprings. I peeled my fingers away from the knob before I alerted the couple on the other side.

Aubrey’s eyes widened.

I mouthed, “Found Hudson and Dani.”

Cam simply smirked. “A bed’s a bed, ladies.”

Aubrey and I had to scurry down the hall with our hands clasped over our mouths to keep the laughter from spilling out.

Safely up on the third floor, we found bedrooms across the hall from one another, and a bathroom between them that was big enough for prom prep.

“We each get a room?” I still couldn’t believe it.

“I know how you are. Told everyone we needed megaspace for maximum cuteness,” Aubrey said.

The four-poster bed in my room was enormous. Five people could sleep in this bed. I mean, they wouldn’t, but the space. As I was reveling in its sheer size, Aubrey slipped into the room. She’d ditched her shoes, and her toenails were painted a posy pink. I toed off my own canvas sneakers. She nodded at my riotous lime-green polish. “Niiiiice.”

“Cam settling in?” He hadn’t followed her.

“Said he needed to ‘set up’ for the party.” She rolled her eyes, which meant he had to be toting in coolers of beer.

I dove onto the bed, landing starfish style at the center. The mattress threatened to swallow me in downy softness.

“I still can’t believe my mom went for this,” I said to the textured ceiling, refusing to let Cam and Aubrey’s relationship drama ruin prom prep.

Aubrey flopped down next to me on the bed. “She knew I’d be a good influence.”

I rolled my eyes at her. “She said it was about proving I was a responsible young adult.” I tried to mimic my mom’s serious voice, all stoic and concerned.

“I just told mine I was rooming with you.” Aubrey tapped her heels against the footboard.

Even when I stretched, my toes barely made it to the wood at the end of the bed. Would Liam fit? His feet had dangled off the edge of my bed at home, but he hadn’t slept over, so it didn’t matter.