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...