Sienna

I froze for a second when I heard the blaring horn outside. My heart jumped into my throat. “Oh no, no, no,” I whispered to myself, scrambling to gather the last of my scattered clothes.

Footsteps followed immediately. “Sienna! Open up!” Kendra’s voice rang, sharp with laughter.

I grabbed my bra off the couch—thankfully hidden from the guys—but it was too late for full discretion. I shoved it and the rest of the clothes into the nearest corner of my room, praying she wouldn’t notice everything else.

Kendra barged in, hands on her hips, eyes wide. “Oh… wow,” she said, stepping over a pile of jeans and T-shirts. “Your...