Lee rolled his eyes at me. “Just get in there”—he jerked a thumb over his shoulder—“for, like, an hour or something. I want to spend some alone time with my girlfriend, if you don’t mind.”

I grinned, biting back a laugh. “A connecting bathroom between you guys and us girls isn’t exactly the best way for your parents to keep us separated, I guess.”

“What they don’t know won’t hurt them. We’ll switch back in a bit. Now shoo.” Well, I didn’t need to be told twice. Lee called quietly after me just before I disappeared into the bathroom, “No hanky-panky, Shelly! These walls are thin.”

I snorted, and Rachel questioned, “Hanky-panky, Lee? Seriously?”

I paused before I went into Noah’s room, remembering I was in my pajamas. I didn’t care so much that I had no makeup on; the past few days I hadn’t bothered wearing any, since we’d been down at the beach. But the threadbare gray shorts and the shapeless navy tank top that fit me like a sack weren’t exactly the kind of thing I wanted my boyfriend to see me in.

I looked at myself in the mirror for a moment, then muttered, “Whatever.” Noah had seen me in a worse state than this: he’d held my hair back for me when I got too drunk at a party and puked my guts into a toilet bowl. Compared to that, old pajamas were glamorous. When I yanked open the door to Noah’s bedroom, though, I saw I didn’t need to worry. The room was almost pitch-black, so I could barely even make out the bed. I threw a hand to the wall, finding it after a few moments, and started walking forward tentatively, my other arm feeling around in front of me.

“Noah?” I whispered. I was afraid to talk too loudly in case we were all caught out.

“Polo,” he whispered back, chuckling under his breath. “And you’re supposed to say ‘Marco,’ you know.”

I scowled slightly. “Couldn’t you have put the light on? I can’t s—”

My foot caught the airbed that Lee was sleeping on. I crashed down, arms flailing. My elbow whacked the end of Noah’s bed and I grunted as the air was knocked out of me. There was a long pause, like we were both waiting for someone to burst in.

“Ouch,” I mumbled, face in the airbed.

“Are you okay?” Noah whispered. I heard him climb off the bed.

“Fine. Just hit my funny bone. Ow. Lucky the airbed broke my fall.”

“Good.” And then, half laughing, he said, “Klutz.”

“Jerk” was my only comeback. He chuckled again and I felt a hand on my waist, an arm pressed against my back. His hand found mine, and I managed to get to my feet without falling over again.