By the time the film ended, Julia was stuffed with popcorn, cozy from snuggling with Luke, content in the tender afterglow of a good rom-com, and ready for bed. She sighed, enjoying the feel of Luke’s arm warm around her shoulders as they joined a small crowd of other guests waiting for the elevator.

“This damn thing must be broken again,” someone grumbled, poking the buttons in irritation.

“Again?” Julia met Andie’s eyes and knew they were both thinking the same thing. “Ah, maybe we should take the stairs.” She glanced at Luke, wondering if she should ask if he wanted to come up to her room.

“Can we escort you ladies?” Curt asked.

Nicely done, Curt. Julia smiled, nodding approvingly. He’d shown up during the movie, around the time Hugh Grant’s character spills juice on Julia Roberts. Ironically enough, Curt had proceeded to spill his soda all over Andie, and the two of them had left to get her cleaned up.

Julia had honestly been surprised when they’d returned not too long after. Apparently, Andie was better at following the no hanky-panky rule than she was. And better than Kat was, as well. When they reached their floor, Julia pushed open the stairwell door to reveal Kat and Zach locked in an embrace on the elevator’s threshold, their entwined bodies jamming the door.

There was no telling how long the two of them had been at it … Long enough for a few wardrobe malfunctions to happen. Kat’s sweater was a pink puddle on the elevator floor and Zach’s linen dress pants looked like they were about to drop. He stepped backward into the hall—and there they went.

Apparently, Zach’s version of Johnny Castle went commando.

“Oh my,” Andie whispered.

“It’s not like we haven’t seen it all before,” Julia whispered back, as the elevator door slid shut behind the oblivious couple, leaving them to carry on in the hallway.

“Oh, yeah?” Curt asked.

“He was the model when we did paint night,” Andie explained.

“Technically, he was the subject,” Julia couldn’t resist adding. “It was all very tasteful.”

“I’d like to change the subject,” Luke muttered.

“Should we go back downstairs?” Julia asked under her breath, not sure why she was trying to be quiet when it was clear that Zach and Kat were too busy getting busy to hear anything.

“What if someone else comes?” Andie hissed.

Curt snickered.

Andie punched him. “I mean, I know we’re dealing with two exhibitionists here, but I don’t think voyeurism was part of Kat’s bonus activ—”

The elevator dinged, and a second later the door slid open, releasing a deluge of corgis.

“Uh-oh.”

“Oh shit.”

“This is bad.”